歌词
Make his fight on the hill in the early day.
Constant chill deep inside.
Shooting gun,on they run through the endless grey.
On they fight,for they are right,yes,but who's to say?
For a 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 the pain that they surely know.
For whom the bell tolls.
Time marches on.
For whom the bell tolls.
Take a look at the sky just before you die.
It's the last time he will.
Blackened roar,massive roar fillsthe crumbling sky.
Shattered goal fill 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,blindeed eyes to see.
For whom the bell tolls.
Time marches on.
For whom the bell <-665>tolls.