These mist covered mountains are a home now for me but my home is the lowlands and always will be some day youґll return to your valleys and your farms and youґll no longer burn to be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction baptismus of fire Iґve watched all your suffering as the battles raged higher and though they did hurt me so bad in the fear and alarm you did not desert me my brothers in arms
Thereґs so many different worlds so many different suns and we have just one world but we live in different ones
Now the sunґs gone to hell and the moonґs rising high let me bid you fare well every man has to die but itґs written in the starlight and every line on your palm we are fools to make war on our brothers in arms