Emerald - Gary Moore

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