Fields
In the time of fieves and lordship
A village controlled by
A bitter lord who didn't care about serves
He choose the poorest farmers
Children, men, and wives
He delighted in making them immure
We want to escape
From this cold and dank prison
Free our soul from thousand
Thousand years of cries
We need to revenge
We want justice to be made
We will put our vengeance
On the descendants
In the time of the fifth republic
A castle owned by
A family who didn't care about me
They were found eviscerated
Children, men, and wives
Witnesses saw shadows vanishing away