Sanoja: Blue Oyster Cult. For Whom The Bell Tolls.

Make us fight on the hill in the early day constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun on they run through the endless grey on they fight for the right
yes but whose 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'll 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, its the last time you will

Blackened roar, massive roar fills the crumbling sky, shattered goal fills the
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