Brothers in Arms

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 distruction
baptisms of fire.
I´ve watched all you 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 different one´s.

Now the sun´s go to hell
and the moon´s riding high.
Let me bid you to 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.