Make his fight on the hills in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun on they run through the endless gray On they fight for their right, yes, but who's to say?
For a hill, men would kill, why? They do not know [Incomprehensible] wounds test their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain and they surely know
[Chorus:] For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls
Come crawling faster Obey your master Your life burns faster Obey your master Master