Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the gray On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say? For a hill, men would kill. Why? They not know Stiffend wounds test their pride Men of five, still alive through raging glow Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
For whom the tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls
Take a look to the just before you die the last time YOU will Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery He the so loud Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be Now they see what will be, blinded eyes to see
For whom the bell tolls marches on For whom the bell tolls