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 farms 
And you'll no longer burn 
To be brothers in arms 

Through these fields of [bad word] 
Baptism of the 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 [bad word] 
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 in your palm 
We're fools to make war 
On our brothers in arms