Heaven Street - Death In June

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

This road leads to Heaven

This road leads to Heaven

This road leads to Heaven