text: Make his fight on the hills in the early day
  Constant chill deep inside
  Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
  On they fight, for they are right, yes, but whos 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