Mob Rules

Welcome to green fields of glory
Where people don't suffer from pain.
Slaves under blood and tormented by cruel tyranny
The march into permanent freedom
Successful but hard for mankind
The future is bright and the tunnels first light means solution
Until the end of all days
Trust in the human race
No one but us can reculture the rust
The end of old dreams is the start of new hope and new life
Heaven and hell in one plane
The future beyond astral skies
No one can tell them to leave their new homeground again