Make his fight on the hill in the early day 
 Constant chill deep inside 
 Shouting gun, on [bad word] 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 tolls 
 Time marches on 
 For whom the bell tolls

 Take a look to the sky just before you die 
 It is the last time you will 
 Blackened roar massive roar fills the [bad word] sky 
 Shattered goal fills his soul with [bad word] 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 the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see 

 For whom the bell tolls 
 Time marches on 
 For whom the bell tolls