Wednesday, March 17, 2010

for whom the bell tolls.

Make his fight
On the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside

Shouting gun,
On they run through the endless gray
On they fight, for they are 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 bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky
Just before you die
It's 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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