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 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 said through the mist,
with armed defenses,
the ones who call out the
unspeakable name of the one.
Now she's gone...
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