I’m a quiet man who cries,when i hear the sound of my broken bones.
I ‘m a quiet man who cries,when i hear the sound of my broken heart,my son.
It’s the call of blood and you cry.It’s call of blood,and you curse my life.
It’s call of blood on your fields.No way to be free,so i can breathe.

I don’t want anymore,my memory is gone,my nerves are raw my friend,it’s the call of blood my son.

I’m a quiet man who cries,when i hear the sound of my broken hands.
I’m a quiet man who cries,when i hear the sound of revenge in my head.
It’s call of blood in your river,man.It’s call of blood and you curse my land.
It’s call of blood in your skies.No way to be free,so I can cry.

I don’t want anymore,my memory is gone,my nerves are raw my friend,it’s the call of blood my son.
I don’t want anymore,my memory is gone,my nerves are raw my friend,it’s the call of blood my son.