Tiamat - The Scarred People

Emily took to flight On see-through wings of white Over the seven seas careened In beauty yet unseen A withered rose in bloom A blooming rose of doom Scattered all around For the heavens to abound And like the sweetest cream With lovliness extreme Emily went to play On that sacred day One love in red who loves darkness One love in white who loves darkness One love in black who loves darkness One love supreme who loves darkness One little butterfly who loves darkness One tear to cry who loves darkness One billion angles loves darkness 'Cause even God loves darkness Emily went to play When gold turned into clay The morning drain the night Of all beauty left in sight And soaked in reality Of not much more to see She disappeared into the haze In her own peculiar ways And like the sweetest cream With lovliness extremee Emily went to play On that sacred day One love in red who loves darkness One love in white who loves darkness One love in black who loves darkness One love supreme who loves darkness One little butterfly who loves darkness One tear to cry who loves darkness One billion angles loves darkness 'Cause even God loves darkness