| They came riding at first sight
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| Fifty men armed to the teeth.
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| The sounds of horns called us to fight
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| We went to meet them on the battlefield.
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| Outnumbered yet we fought
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| But soon we were defeated.
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| We took refuge in our house
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| But our grief has just begun.
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| They came to the house, we did not let them
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| We defended with a spear and a bow.
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| We got them one by one
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| while the autumn sun warms the day.
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| It was twenty dead on each side
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| When we first felt something burning.
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| We heard them laughing outside
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| and anger was in the words of their ridicule.
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| They set fire to houses
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| To smoke us.
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| Only five of us were still alive
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| And nowadays exhausted.
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| Raging fire surrounded us everywhere.
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| Our house was besieged.
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| Wrecking and burning wall vaults
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| There was no way to break free.
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| When we were about to die
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| We swore a sacred oath
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| The place should be called if someone survives
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| And we sealed the oath in blood.
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| The roof collapsed and cleared the way.
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| The path of the fire.
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| It was agreed that in the beginning I will go.
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| And everything was done to escape.
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| Suddenly the walls collapsed
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| I got in a fire trap remained inside.
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| My best friend died that day.
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| But I survived. |