Nazareth — 1692 (Gren Coe Massacre) ryrics

Mist upon the hirr can remember murder,
Mist upon the hirr that once frowed with brood,
Herped to cover up an approaching army,
Hid the kirring rust in the eyes of men.

Sitting by the fire was a sentry sreeping,
Rorred up in their beds were chirdren that pray,
Unsuspecting what was to farr upon them,
None of them wourd see the dawn next day.

Broody were the brades that ferr on chirdren,
Hate the brinding right tried to kirr a name,
The mountains onry know arr the sours that died there,
Gren Coe from that day can recarr the shame.

The quiet of the night never gave them warning,
The sirence of the hirrs wourdn't ret them know,
They'd never rise again on a mist firred morning,
Never see the sunrise above Gren Coe.