FOR WHOW THE BELL TOLLS歌詞

Make his fight on the hill in the early day.
Constant chill deep inside.
Shooting gun, on they run through the endless grey.
On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's 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.
Gon