The scent of Thyme carried on the wind,
stings your face into remembering [bad word] nature has won again.

On Battleship Hill's caved in trenches,
a hateful feeling still lingers,
even now, 80 years later. [bad word] nature. [bad word]  [bad word] nature.

The land returns to how it has always been.
The scent of Thyme carried on the wind.
Jagged mountains, jutting out,
cracked like teeth in a rotten mouth.
On Battleship Hill I hear the wind,
Say [bad word] nature has won again."