The emerald sword seeks a hand
to hold it
the maker of kings waits for a knight
to draw it
the slayer of tyrants lies on the tomb
unleash it
it's the sword the bards sang about
wield it
its green metal yearns to turn red with blood
so paint it
crafted in the fire of the mountains of dwarves
embrace it
enhanced by the spells of the king of elves
praise it
many heroes were its carriers
can you feel it?
trademark of the protectors of the realms
touch it
The emerald sword, the green slayer, the dragon's eye
take it young warrior and bring justice
but forget not, the songs hide the truth sometimes
this sword is alive and brought demise
to those who have held it
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