Make his fight on the hill in the early day constant chill deep inside Shouting gun on they run 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