#1: WHOM THE bel, bell TOLLS:
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're 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 bel, bell tolls!
Time marches on! (on).
For whom the bel, bell tolls!
Take a look to the sky, just before anda die.
It's the last time he will!
Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky!
Shattered goal fills...
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