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 againOn Battleship Hills caved in trenches

A hateful feeling still lingers

Even now 80 years later

Cruel nature, cruel, cruel natureThe 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