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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 they fight, are they 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 (what is it?) (For whom the bell tolls); Pulling a Spire and posting song lyrics