These mist covered mountainsAre a home now for meBut my home is the lowlandsAnd always will beSomeday you'll return toYour valleys and your farmsAnd you'll no longer burn to beBrothers in arms
Through these fields of destructionBaptisms of fireI've witnessed your sufferingAs the battle raged highAnd though they did hurt me so badIn the fear and alarmYou did not desert meMy brothers in arms
There's so many different worldsSo many different sunsAnd we have just one worldBut we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell andThe moon's riding highLet me bid you farewellEvery man has to dieBut it's written in the starlightAnd every line in your palmWe're fools to make warOn our brothers in arms
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