The Emma

I read of her fate under the starlight
Pulled into the deep by a nameless madness
A silhouette of a foe on the horizon arose
See scattered men afloat in a sea of sorrow
The beauty of the ocean
The ones who call out the unspeakable name of the one
Wants her gone
Not to return
But into my mind her name was burnt
Stuck in my head her name lingers and waits
For me to find out why most of her men are dead
The beauty of the ocean
Who wants her gone?
She, a beauty
The ones who call out the unspeakable name of the one
Wants her gone
The beauty of the ocean
Who wants her gone?
She, a beauty
The ones who call out the unspeakable name of the one
The emma of auburn has sharpened her senses
She sails through the mist, with armed defenses
The ones who call out the unspeakable name of the one
Now she’s gone