Down from the glen came a march of men
With their shields and their swords
To fight the fate they believed to be right
Overthrow the overlords
To the town where there was pleasure
They brought blood with a sword and flame
But if when they left the town it was empty
The children would never play again
From the grave
From the grave
I heard the voice

Of the fallen
Aboard the battle cry
By that bridge near the border
There were many more to die
Then I went over the mountain
I would torch the sea
They come to claim the emerald
Without it they can leave
Chill for a time
If this flame
Becomes my mark
He is gone











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Yes
Yes
Oh
Yeah

We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.