These mist covered mountains are a home now for me
but my home is the lowlands and 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 watched all your suffering as the battle raged higher
and though they did hurt me so bad in the fear and alarm
you did not desert me my brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds so many different suns
and we have just one world but we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell and the moon's riding high
let me bid you farewell every man has to die
but it's written in the starlight and every line on your palm
we're fools to make war on our brothers in arms