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.