Make  his  fight  on  the  hill  in  the  early  day.
Constant  chill  deep  inside.
Shooting  gun,on  they  run  through  the  endless  grey.
On  they  fight,for  they  are  right,yes,but  who's  to  say?
For  a  hill,men  would  kill,why?They  do  not  know.
Suffered  wounds  test  their  pride.
Men  of  five,still  alive  through  the  raging  glow.
Gone  insane  from  the  pain  that  they  surely  know.
For  whom  the  bell  tolls.
Time  marches  on.
For  whom  the  bell  tolls.
Take  a  look  at  the  sky  just  before  you  die.
It's  the  last  time  he  will.
Blackened  roar,massive  roar  fillsthe  crumbling  sky.
Shattered  goal  fill  his  soul  with  a  ruthless  cry.
Stranger  now,are  his  eyes,to  this  mystery.
He  hears  the  silence  so  loud.
Crack  of  dawn,all  is  gone  except  the  will  to  be.
Now  they  see  what  will  be,blindeed  eyes  to  see.
For  whom  the  bell  tolls.
Time  marches  on.
For  whom  the  bell <-665>tolls.