(Hetfield / Ulrich / Burton)
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Make his fight on the hill in the early day
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Constant chill deep inside
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Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
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On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say?
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For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
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Suffered wounds test there their pride
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Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
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Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
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For whom the bell tolls
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Time marches on
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For whom the bell tolls
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Take a look to the sky just before you die
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It is the last time you will
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Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
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Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
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Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
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He hears the silence so loud
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Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
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Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see
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For whom the bell tolls
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Time marches on
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For whom the bell tolls
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For Whom The Bell Tolls
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Metallica |