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

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

When I reminisce about all those years of tribulation, I mostly remember Our songs. We died, and our blood seeped away on the battlefields; but our Songs survived, together with those of us that returned. And as they too Will die one day, our songs will

A hero comes home Though wide he may roam He goes where no one has gone He will return Out of the mist of history He'll come again

One of these days you'll break away Mother nature's lonely son Chase that rabbit down the hole Down the path of no return Good God what have I done? I'll drown or I will burn One of these days you'll fade away (Chase that rabbit down the hole) One of

I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide And I'm not so suicidal after all And I'm not so suicidal after all at all, at all, at all It's not worth anything more than this at all I live as I choose or I will not live at all So return to where you've come

Come shine my way May healing waters bury all my pain Carry me home The fabric of reality is tearing apart The piece of me that died Will return To live again

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

Kill the inside and let it burn Tell the lonely where to go He’s not the only without hope A moment of something where the dark can reverse The fire may not open, but the devil will return Insanity or glory, in a mind that never learns The empty eyes are

Murder at midnight The enemy on the way Will he return with the day? The devil's seed on the way And then we tell you to pray At night I saw him And not a soul has called