Amon Amarth

They came riding at first sight
Fifty men armed to the teeth.
The sounds of horns called us to fight
We went to meet them on the battlefield.
Outnumbered yet we fought
But soon we were defeated.
We took refuge in our house
But our grief has just begun.
They came to the house, we did not let them
We defended with a spear and a bow.
We got them one by one
while the autumn sun warms the day.
It was twenty dead on each side
When we first felt something burning.
We heard them laughing outside
and anger was in the words of their ridicule.
They set fire to houses
To smoke us.
Only five of us were still alive