Текст песни NAZARETH — 1692 (Glen Coe Masscre)
Mist upon the hill can remember murder,
Mist upon the hill that once flowed with blood,
Helped to cover up an approaching army,
Hid the killing lust in the eyes of men.
Sitting by the fire was a sentry sleeping,
Rolled up in their beds were children that play,
Unsuspecting what was to fall upon them,
None of them would see the dawn next day.
Bloody were the blades that fell on children,
Hate the blinding light tried to kill a name,
The mountains only know all the souls that died there,
Glen coe from that day can recall the shame.
The quiet of the night never gave them warning,
The silence of the hills wouldnt let them know,
Theyd never rise again on a mist filled morning,
Never see the sunrise above glen coe.
Mist upon the hill can remember murder,
Mist upon the hill that once flowed with blood,
Helped to cover up an approaching army,
Hid the killing lust in the eyes of men.
Mist upon the hill that once flowed with blood,
Helped to cover up an approaching army,
Hid the killing lust in the eyes of men.
Sitting by the fire was a sentry sleeping,
Rolled up in their beds were children that play,
Unsuspecting what was to fall upon them,
None of them would see the dawn next day.
Bloody were the blades that fell on children,
Hate the blinding light tried to kill a name,
The mountains only know all the souls that died there,
Glen coe from that day can recall the shame.
The quiet of the night never gave them warning,
The silence of the hills wouldnt let them know,
Theyd never rise again on a mist filled morning,
Never see the sunrise above glen coe.
Mist upon the hill can remember murder,
Mist upon the hill that once flowed with blood,
Helped to cover up an approaching army,
Hid the killing lust in the eyes of men.
Текст добавил: Андрей Курышев
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Текст песни NAZARETH — 1692 (Glen Coe Masscre) описывает убийство, произошедшее в Глен-Коу в 1692 году. В нем описывается как туман на холме свидетельствует об убийстве и пролитой крови, помогая скрыть наступление армии и зло в глазах людей. Там спокойный страж спал у огня, дети играли в постели, не подозревая о грозящей им опасности. Острые клинки обрушились на детей, и ненависть пыталась поглотить имя. Горы хранят память о всех погибших душах, и с того дня Глен-Коу помнит стыд. Ночное безмолвие не предостерегло их, и они больше не восстанут на утро в туманное утро. Эта песня передает трагические события и последствия в историческом контексте Глен-Коу.