The blood of Europe is all I see   Down from the Urals to the open sea   Stand by your comrades set your brothers free   The blood of Europe is all I see      The old stand silent while the young ones fall   Their roles reversed by their leaders call   A life imprisoned but in death they’re free   The blood of Europe seeps over me      The gray Atlantic where the convoys go   A silent threat from the depths below   May the path be open may the path be true   The blood of Europe depends on you      We’ll all be singing when the banners fall   No death in vain or victory too small   Up above the rubble birds climb free   The blood of Europe is all I see