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Публикация: 2016-08-18
Make his fight on the hills in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun on they run through the endless gray On they fight for their right, yes, but who's to say? For a hill, men would kill, why? They do not know Incomprehensible wounds test their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain and they surely know Chorus For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls Take a look to the sky just before you die It is the last time he 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 Chorus