Battlefield

These mist covered mountains.
Are a home now for me.
But my home.
is the lowlands.
And always will be.
Some day youll return to.
Your valleys and your farms.
And youll no longer burn.
To be brothers in arms.

Through these fields of destruction.
Baptisms of fire.
Ive watched all your suffering.
As the battles raged higher.
And though they did hurt me so bad.
In the fear and alarm. ...