These mist-covered mountains are home for me now
But my home is the lowlands, and it always will be
Someday you'll return to your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn to be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction, baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering as the battle raged higher
And all it did hurt me so bad, in the fear and alarm
You did not deserve me, my brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds, so many different songs
And we have just one world, and we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell, and the moon riding high
Let me bid you farewell, every man has to die
It's written in the starlight, in every line in your palm
We're fools to make war on our brothers in arms
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