On Battleship Hill lyrics

The scent of thyme carried on the wind

stings your face into remembering:

cruel nature has won again.

On Battleship Hill's 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:

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:

"Cruel nature has won again."

• Artist:PJ Harvey
• Album:Let England Shake