Brothers in Arms

Gizmi Skover Mountain

Are home now for me

But me home is the long lands

And always will be

Someday you head to

Your valleys and your farms

And you're no longer born to be brothers in arms

To this field of destruction, baptisms of fire

Of the wisdom is your soul, friend, as the paragon, right?

And today did hurt me so bad, in the fear and the alarm

You did not just set me, my brothers, in arms

There's so many different worlds, so many different songs

And you have just one word

But believe in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell

And

The moon's right again, right

Let me bid you farewell

It really may has to die

But as we fit in the starlight

And ever lying in your palm, we're fools to make one of brothers in arms.