| Make his fight on the hill in the early day
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| Constant chill deep inside
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| Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
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| On the fight, for they're right, yes, but who's to say?
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| For a hill, men would kill, why? |
| They do not know
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| Stiffened wounds test their pride
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| Men of five still alive through the raging glow
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| Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
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| For whom the bell tolls
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| Time marches on
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| For whom the bell tolls
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| Take a look to the sky just before you die
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| It's the last time you will
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| Blackened roar, massive roar fills the crumbling sky
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| Shattered goal fill his soul with a ruthless cry
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| Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery
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| Hears the silence so loud
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| Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
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| Now they see what will be, blinded eyes to see
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| For whom the bell tolls
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| Time marches on
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| For whom the bell tolls |