And the moon's riding high
And though they did hurt me so bad
You did not desert me
And every line on your palm
Every man has to die
And you'll no longer burn
Your valleys and your farms
Baptisms of fire
Through these fields of destruction
And always will be
We're fools to make war
But it's written in the starlight
As the battles raged higher
There's so many different worlds
So many differents suns
Now the sun's gone to hell
In the fear and alarm
Let me bid you farewell
But my home is the lowlands
My brothers in arms
I've witnessed your suffering
But we live in different ones
To be brothers in arms
And we have just one world
Some day you'll return to