text: 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 theyre right
  Yes, but whos to say?
  For a hill, men would kill
  Why? They do not know
  Stiffened wounds test their pride
  Men of five still alive through the raging glow
  Gone insane from this pain that they surely know
  For whom the bell tolls
  Oo - Time marches on
  I want it
  Absolutely!
  Take a look to the sky just before you die
  Its the last time you will
  Blackened roar, massive roar fills the crumbling sky
  Shattered goal fill his soul with a ruthless 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 will be, blinded eyes to see
  For whom the bell tolls
  Ooh - Time marches on
  Give it to me
  You betcha