Korpiklaani - Fields In Flames - GTP табы

They rode
 Those who hundred men
 Narrow roads
 Through this dark cold land
 They burnt all villages
 They raped and destroyed
 Took gold, silver and coins
 Taxes to king was their mission
 But pain and sorrow they left behind
 They drank all booze
 They stole and killed
 Fields and 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 this 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 this memories