Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless
grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's
to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
Suffered wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
For whom the bell tollsTake a look to the sky just before you die
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls