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