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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
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
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Its self-explanatory, marauders sent by the king of the land to collect taxes from peasants. Not only did they take money, they set fires to villages and fields, raping and killing everything in their path, leaving nothing but sorrow and pain behind. Apparently one of those marauders once lived in a village and insanity overcame him as destruction went on and "burned" his sins away with burning his previous home.
Or something.
Yeah, I'd say Afterburn pretty much hit the nail on the head. Perhaps the song represents trying to ignore something you aren't particularly proud of, but you do it anyway, because it's what is required of you.
Good song one of the frist I herd...
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