They Made Their Heaven

They that toil the soil, get soiled through the soil For they that trespass through this lands passes through The past, and never ever come back This place is ours to man, not to maim And for the blissful beam of morrow', i shall boil in ravage now... For the swordsmen, their paradise lies in their swing For on every battlefield lies not their dead But their victory The bloods you see The hearts pulled apart, Were colors of the home they raised for themselves And their heavens they made for themselves They that pass through this land shall not perish For their tomorrow our future we lay The world is not a good place But should you ever see old age, Biuld your dreams Water your pride Starve your fear Exercise your patience Tomorrow when you face the world Biuld your paradise For theres no place for people like us on this train Call life