Nazareth - 1692 lyrics

(copyright nazareth, tiflis tunes,inc.-ascap) 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 k**ing 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 k** a name, The mountains only know all the souls that died there, Glen coe from that day can recall the shame.