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 
Stiffened 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 they see what will be, blinded eyes to see

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