Luyện nghe bài hát On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood

Oceans of darkened,
Alone on she rides,
Lichen, undead, and rotten,
and dignified.
She combs violence upon the wailing storm,
This spectral ship of doomed barrels on awry.

On seas of salted blood,
Condemned to forge her forevermore,
Her hull will reach the shores,
Damning waters of filth.

Neath the of crimson winds,
Her sails of betorn.
Red are oaring,
The stains their bones.
Her rusting cannons fire in the mist,
haunted vessel lost and damned,
The of her endless quest.
A burial at ancient sea that cannot in fucking peace,
The crew of wraith like revenants seek peace
And from purgatorial permanence.
cursed bondage has no end,
On ride through the throes of ceaseless night,
Her will dies,
The compass straight to hell,
And is where they're going.
Beaten by curling of red,
The storm,
No of slowing now.

On stirring of salted blood,
to forge her sails forevermore,
Her hull will reach the shores,
Damning of irony filth.

Scabbed the blood of ones they have killed,
The ghosts of war must on.