1692 (Glen Coe Massacre) [2009 Remaster]

Mist upon the hill can remember murder

Mist upon the hills 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 the 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 wouldn't let them know

They'd never rise again on a mist-filled morning

Never see the sun rise above Glen Coe

Mist upon the hill can remember murder

Mist upon the hills that once flowed with blood

Helped to cover up an approaching army

Hid the killing lust in the eyes of men