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Until the sky is black and the sun it never shows

Til the whipping winds of nuclear winter cruelly blow, the gift of immortality has been bestowed
I will return, I will return

A Change Most Necessary, True Nature of Death

Brothers in arms

Those 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 whittnessed your suffering as the battles raged higher and though they did hurt me so bad, in the fear and alarm, You did not desert me my brothers in arms

There’s so many different worlds, so many different suns. And we 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 has to die, but it’s written in the starlight and every line on your palm. We’re fools to make war on our brothers in arms