On Battleship Hill

Intro: (Slow strumming) The scent of Thyme carried on the wind Stings my face into remembering Cruel nature has won again Cruel nature has won again. (Pick up strumming pace) On Battleship Hill’s caved in trenches A hateful feeling still lingers Even now eighty years later, Cruel nature, cruel, cruel nature. Instrumental: The land returns to how it’s always been Thyme carried on the wind Jagged mountains jutting out Cracked like teeth in a rotten mouth On Battleship Hill I hear the wind Cruel nature has won again. Cruel nature has won again. Cruel nature has won again Cruel nature has won again. Repeat