1692 (Glen Coe Massacre)

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Mist upon the [Em]hill can
remember murder,
Mist upon the hill that once
flowed with blood,
Helped to cover up an approaching army,

[Interlude 1]
Hid the killing lust in the eyes of men.
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[Verse 2]
Sitting by the [Em]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

[Interlude 2]
the dawn next day.
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[Verse 3]
Bloody were the [Em]blades
that fell on children,
Hate the blinding light tried to kill [D]a n[Em]ame,
The mountains only know all
the souls that died there,
Glen Coe from that day can re[C]call [D]the

[Interlude 3]
shame.
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[Verse 4]
The quiet of [Em]the night never gave them warning,
The silence of the hills wouldn't
[C]let [D]them [Em]know,
They'd never rise again on
a mist filled morning,
Never see the sunrise [C]above [D]Glen[Em][C][D][Em]
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[C]Coe[D].[Em]

[Outro 1]
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