Interpret:

Metallica

Album:

Ride The Lightning

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, by who's to say? 
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know 
Suffered wounds test there 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 is the last time you will 
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky 
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry 
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery 
He 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