For Whom The Bell Tolls (Live Sh*t: Binge & Purge (Seattle) 89-08-29)

Make his 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 they are right, yes, but who's to say? 
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know 
Suffered wounds test 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 he 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