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 your farms   And you'll no longer burn   To be brothers in arms      Through these fields of destruction   Baptism of fire   I've witnessed your suffering   As the battles raged higher   And though they did hurt me so bad   Through the fear and alarm   You did not desert me   My brothers in arms      There are many different worlds   So many different suns   But we all have just one world   But we live in different ones      Now the sun's gone to hell   And the moon's riding high   Let me bid you farewell   Every man's got to die   But it's written in the starlight   And in the line on your palm   We're all fools to make war   On our brothers in arms   Yea, we're all fools   We're all fools   We're all fools   Oh, such fools      We're all fools   To make war   On our brothers (x3)      We're all fools