Letra de On Battleship Hill (Demo)
The scent of thyme carried on the wind Stings my face into remembering Cruel nature has won again Cruel nature has won againOn Battleship Hill's caved in trenches A hateful feeling still lingers Even now, 80 years later Cruel nature, cruel, cruel nature The land returns to how it has always been Thyme carried on the wind Jagged mountains jutting out Cracked like teeth in a rotten mouthOn Battleship Hill I hear the wind Say cruel nature has won again Cruel nature has won again Cruel nature has won again Cruel nature has won again