~For Whom The Bells Toll~
Make his fight on the hills in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on [bad word] 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

~Enter Sandman~ *They only played the music of this

~Master of The [bad word] crawling faster
Obey your Master
Your life burns faster
Obey your Master
Master