These mist covered mountains
  are a home now for me
  but my home is the lowlands
  and always will be
  some day 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
  baptism of fire
  I've 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
    There's so many different worlds
  so many different suns
  and we have just one world
  but we live in diffenrent 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 ina arms