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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 gray |
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On they fight, for they are 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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Suffered 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 he will |
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Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky |
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Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry |
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Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery |
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He 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 |