For Whom The Bell Tolls

Make his fire on the hill in the early day, Constantino de Penzaio

Shoot the gun on the run through the endless grey, On the fight for the right as Bahus to say

For a real man we kill while they do not know, Stealthy ones test the pride

Men of fire still alive through the aging 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

Blackling Row, massive row, fills the crumbly sky

Shuddering gold fills his soul with a ruthless cry

Strange and now are his eyes to this mystery

Hears the silence so loud

Crack of dawn, now he's gone, except the will to be

Now they see what it'd be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls, time marches on For whom the bell tolls