Interpret:

Korpiklaani

Album:

Voice Of Wilderness

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