Down from the glen came the marching menWith their shields and their swordsTo fight the fight they believed to be rightOverthrow the overlordsTo the town where there was plentyThey brought plunder, swords and flameWhen they left the town was emptyChildren would never play againFrom their graves I heard the fallenAbove the battle cryBy that bridge near the borderThere were many more to dieThen onward over the mountainAnd outward towards the seaThey had come to claim the EmeraldWithout it they could not leave