The Weapon Of Tyrants...

The Emerald Of Tyrants...

Down from the glen came the marching men

With their shields and their swords

To fight the fight

They believed to be right

Overthrow the overlords

To the town where there was plenty

They brought plunder, swords and flame

When they left, the town was empty

And children would never play again

From their graves I heard the fallen

Above the battle cry

By that bridge near the border

There were many more to die

Then onward over the mountain

Outward towards the sea

They come to claim the emerald

Without it they could not leave