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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 wouldn't let them know

They'd never rise again on a mist filled morning

Never see the sunrise above glen coe.