Lyrics
The scent of thyme carried on the wind,
The pleasant aroma of thyme, carried by the wind.
Stings my face into remembering
The scent of thyme invokes a painful recollection on my face.
Cruel nature has won again.
Nature's harsh, unforgiving forces have triumphed once more.
Cruel nature has won again.
Reiteration of the victory of cruel nature.
On Battleship Hill's caved in trenches,
Describing the collapsed trenches on Battleship Hill.
A hateful feeling still lingers,
A lingering sense of hatred persists in the aftermath.
Even now, eighty years later.
Even after eighty years, the negative emotions endure.
Cruel nature.
Reiteration of the cruelty inherent in nature.
Cruel, cruel nature.
An intensified emphasis on the harshness of nature.
The land returns to how it has always been.
The landscape reverts to its natural state over time.
Thyme carried on the wind.
The persistent aroma of thyme carried by the wind.
Jagged mountains, jutting out,
Describing the rugged, protruding mountains.
Cracked like teeth in a rotten mouth.
A simile depicting the mountains as cracked teeth in a decaying mouth.
On Battleship Hill I hear the wind,
On Battleship Hill, the speaker hears the wind.
Say "Cruel nature has won again."
The wind's message emphasizes the recurring triumph of cruel nature.
Cruel nature has won again.
Reiteration of the victory of cruel nature.
Cruel nature has won again.
Repetition to underscore the persistent and relentless nature of cruelty.
Cruel nature has won again.
Final emphasis on the enduring victory of cruel nature.
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