The Emma - Year Of The Goat

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