Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run throught 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

Come crawling faster
Obey your Master
Your life burns faster
Obey your Master
Master