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 the right yes but who's to say
For a hill men would kill why they do not know
Stiffened wounds test there pride
Men of five still alive through the raging glow gone insane from this 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 the
soul with [bad word] cry
Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery, hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be.
Now they see what we'll be blinded eyes to see...

For Whom the Bell Tolls
Time marches on
For Whom the Bell Tolls