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 
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 he 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