An Ode to Bothers in Arms

These mist covered mountains

Are all left to me

And will always be the same these days

You will burden your love

Valleys on you and your lady

Also you will burden to my brother in his arms

Thru these fields of destruction and baptisms of fire

I wish you a surprising oath each time to my brother

Because we're bothers in arms

So many times with so many weird and so many sons

And we just have one

But we die together in different ones now the son as gone to heaven

And then bite you fairly every man has to die my brother in arms

Best wishes, brothers

Darrol