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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 Hills 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 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