| 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 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 |