Metallica
A, Am, B, Bm, C, D, E, Em, G, Gb, Gbm
Making fire on the hill in the early day,
Caustic chill deep inside.
Shutting guard on the run to the endless grey,
On the face for a riot and a boost to say,
"For the hill men we kill, what to do, I know,
Sip me the water to pray."
Men of fire still alive, to the raging glow,
Gone and safe from the pain and the sorrow From the bell tolls, the time marches on
From the bell tolls, take a look to the sky Just before you die, it's the last time and
well. Black and raw, massive and raw, feel their crown in the sky.
Send the gold, feel the soul when the road is dry.
Send an arrow in his eyes to this mystery.
It is silent so loud.
Cracking down on his gun, step and will to be.
Now to see what the people need us to see.
From the belters, Thomas is hung, from the belters