Fields in Flames lyrics

They rode

Those two hundred men

Narrow roads

Through this dark cold land

They burnt all villages

They raped and destroyed

Took gold, silber and coins

Taxes to King was their mission

But pain and sorrow they left behind

They drank all booze

They stole and killed

Fields in Flames and

Families without homes

Men with their golden swords

Horses' armoured heads

Iron harassed hard

Blades of weapons slashed

In silence the village lie down

Hearts bleeding morbid sorrow

One man of these men of the death

One man, broke down

Down he went with insanity

Down man, lunatic

He lit the fire under the house

You could only see his feet

He burnt away his insanity

Burnt away those memories