On Battleship Hill

The scent of Thyme carried on the wind

Stings my face into remembering

Cruel nature has won again

Cruel nature has won again

On 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'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

Say, "Cruel nature has won again"

Cruel nature has won again

Cruel nature has won again

Cruel nature has won again