Make his fight on the hill 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

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It's the last time you will

Blackened roar massive roar fills the [bad word] sky
Shattered goals 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 they see what will be blinded eyes to see

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