Take A Walk Down Heaven Street

The Soil Is Soft And The Air Smells Sweet

Paul Is Waiting There

And So Is Franz

Now Only Memories Run On Railway Tracks.



This Road Leads To Heaven.



Waiting Feet Frozen To The Ground

The Earth Exploding With The Gas Of Bodies

Rifle Butts

To Crush You Down

Now Only Flowers

To Idolize.



This Road Leads To Heaven