.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
Field.
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