Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
x 7
(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 Hills caved in trenches
A hateful feeling still lingers
Even now eighty years later,
Cruel nature, cruel, cruel nature.
Instrumental
x 3
The land returns to how its 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 to end.