Make his fight on the hill in the early day. Constant chill deep inside. Shouting gun. On they run 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. Stiffened 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 crumbling sky. Shattered goal fills his soul. With a ruthless 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