Make his fight on the hill in the early day
 Constant chill deep inside
 Shouting gun, on [bad word] through the endless gray
 On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say?
 For a hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know
 Stiffend 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 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