Emerald

Down from the glen came the marchin' men
With their shields and their swords
To fight the fight they believed to be right
Overthrow the overlords

To the towns where there was plenty
They brought plunder, swords and flames
When they left, the town was empty
And the children would never play again

From the graves I heard the fallen
Above the battlecry
By that bridge near the border
There was many more to die

And onward over the mountains
And out towards the sea
They come to flame the emeralds
Without it they could not leave