For Whom the Bell Tolls - Pickin' On Series, Iron Horse

Make his fight on the hill in the early day

Constant chill deep inside

Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey

On the fight, for they're 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 fill his soul with a ruthless cry

Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery

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