these mist co-vered moun-tains are a home now for me. but my home is the low-lands, and al-ways will be. some day you'll re-turn to your val-leys and your farms, and you'll no lon-ger burn to be bro-thers in arms. through these fields of de-struc-tion, bap-tis-ms of fi-re. i've wit-nessed your suff-ring, as the bat-tles raged higher. and though they did hurt me so bad, in the fear and a-larm, you did not de-sert me, my bro-thers in arms. there's so ma-ny diff-rent worlds, so ma-ny diff-rent suns. and we have just one world, but we live in diff-rent ones. now the sun's gone to hell, and the moon's ri-ding high, let me bid you fare-well, ev-ery man has to die. but its writ-ten in the star-light, and ev-ery line in your heart, we're fools to make war on our bro-thers in arms.