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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 THE FIGHT, FOR THEY ARE

RIGHT,

YES, BY WHO'S TO SAY?

FOR A HILL MEN WOULD KILL, WHY?

THEY DO NOT KNOW

STIFFENED WOUNDS TEST THERE

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

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TAKE A LOOK TO THE SKY JUST

BEFORE YOU DIE

IT IS THE LAST TIME YOU 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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