1917 Songtext
von Stillborn

Don′t you slip in the blood
Don't you slip in the blood
Waiting for the sign
Your fear is the same as mine
I hear the screaming shells
At the gates of hell, hell
Silent are my cries
I′m too young to die
The fields will soon be red
When they whistle for the dead

Can you hear us crying?
Can you hear us dying?
In the year of 1917


Don't you slip in the blood
Don't you slip in the blood
Beside me, my friends are falling
And wounded boys are crawling
No one feels my wrath
When I rush to meet death

Can you hear us crying?
Can you hear us dying?
In the year of 1917, 1917

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Don′t you slip in the blood
Don′t you slip in the blood

Can you hear us crying?
Can you hear us dying?
In the year of 1917

Can you hear us crying?
Can you hear us dying?
In the year of


Don't you slip in the blood
Don′t you slip in the blood
Don't you slip in the blood
Don′t you slip in the blood
Don't you slip in the blood
Don′t you slip in the blood
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