Comrade Spill My Blood Paroles

Sincerity and subtlety
Will I miss my son
Comrade spill my blood
Comrade spill my blood
We fight a war that can be won

Soul, lives on, silence
Soul, lives on, silence

I don't want to tread quietly
I don't want to tread softly
I'm a dog with a scent
I saw the stairhead
Faces of the crowd
I did not see the event

Sincerity and subtlety
Will I miss my son
Comrade spill my blood Now soul, lives on, silence

Soul, lives on, silence
Now soul, lives on, silence
Now soul, lives on, silence
Now soul, lives on, silence