MOG

And always will be
To be brothers in arms
But we live in different ones
Baptisms of fire
Let me bid you farewell
And though they did hurt me so bad
And the moon's riding high

But it's written in the starlight
Some day you'll return to
Through these fields of destruction
As the battles raged higher
And you'll no longer burn
We're fools to make war
Now the sun's gone to hell
And we have just one world
There's so many different worlds
But my home is the lowlands
In the fear and alarm
I've witnessed your suffering
Every man has to die
Your valleys and your farms
My brothers in arms

So many differents suns
And every line on your palm
You did not desert me