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 overlord
To the towns 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 father say
Above the battle cry By that bridge near the border
There were many born today Then onward over the mountain
Outward towards the sea They'd come to claim the emerald
Without it they could not leave
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