Emerald Spearhead (Ruijerd Superdia Fan Made Song)

pirate shanty, pirate metal, symphonic metalcore

(Chorus)
You shaved your emerald hair to clear your people's name,
standing in the center of a centuries-old blame.
Heavy trident striking through the scorpion skin,
guarding every step where our road begins.
No matter if the town folk scream and close the gate,
I will write the true tale of your noble state.
From the demon continent back to human soil,
honoring your centuries of heavy toil.

(Verse 2)
We formed the Dead End team under fake disguise,
solving local contracts right before their eyes.
You taught me how a man protects the young and weak,
never backing down, careful when you speak.
When I was foolish, you would grab me by the coat,
keeping my young head from sinking like a boat.
Three long years of walking through the canyon floor,
guiding us safely to the wooden door.

(Bridge)
You carried red-haired Eris on your armor plate,
standing as a wall against our terrible fate.
Even when the Dragon God struck me through the chest,
you swung your heavy steel and never took a rest.
A true defender bound by an ancient pledge,
standing firm upon the razor's edge.

(Outro)
Emerald gem upon your brow,
we are standing on the border now.
Parting ways beside the harbor crane,
leaving behind the sandy plain.
Thank you, ancient friend,
standing till the very end.

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(Verse 1) We woke up in the desert made of iron dirt, carrying three coats and a single dirt-stained shirt. A tall green man was standing with a heavy spear, making every village trader quake with fear. They told us stories of the monster with the emerald stone, a wicked demon walking on the rocks alone. But when you held the campfire bread and gave us half, you only cared to keep two children safe and laugh. (Chorus) You shaved your emerald hair to clear your people's name, standing in the center of a centuries-old blame. Heavy trident striking through the scorpion skin, guarding every step where our road begins. No matter if the town folk scream and close the gate, I will write the true tale of your noble state. From the demon continent back to human soil, honoring your centuries of heavy toil. (Verse 2) We formed the Dead End team under fake disguise, solving local contracts right before their eyes. You taught me how a man protects the young and weak, never backing down, careful when you speak. When I was foolish, you would grab me by the coat, keeping my young head from sinking like a boat. Three long years of walking through the canyon floor, guiding us safely to the wooden door. (Bridge) You carried red-haired Eris on your armor plate, standing as a wall against our terrible fate. Even when the Dragon God struck me through the chest, you swung your heavy steel and never took a rest. A true defender bound by an ancient pledge, standing firm upon the razor's edge. (Chorus) You shaved your emerald hair to clear your people's name, standing in the center of a centuries-old blame. Heavy trident striking through the scorpion skin, guarding every step where our road begins. No matter if the town folk scream and close the gate, I will write the true tale of your noble state. From the demon continent back to human soil, honoring your centuries of heavy toil. (Outro) Emerald gem upon your brow, we are standing on the border now. Parting ways beside the harbor crane, leaving behind the sandy plain. Thank you, ancient friend, standing till the very end.

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