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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 they are right, yes, but who's to say?
For all hill men would kill, why? They do not know,
Suffered wounds test their pride,
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow,
Gone insane from teh 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 is 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
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