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E5Make his fight on the hill in the early day
G5Constant chill deep inside
E5Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
G5On the fight, for they are C5right, yes, by A5who's to say?
E5For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
G5Stiffened wounds test there their pride
E5Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
G5Gone insane from the C5pain that they A5surely knE5ow
For A#5whom F#5the bE5ell tolls
A#5Time F#5marchF5es E5on
For A#5whom F#5the bE5ell tolls
E5Take a look to the sky just before you die
G5It is the last time you will
E5Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
G5Shattered goal fills his C5soul with a A5ruthless cry
E5Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
G5He hears the silence so loud
E5Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
G5Now they see what will be, C5blinded eyA5es to seE5e
For A#5whom F#5the bE5ell tolls
A#5Time F#5marchF5es E5on
For A#5whom F#5the bE5ell tolls
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