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 with violence upon the storm,
This spectral ship of doomed barrels on awry.

On stirring seas of blood,
to forge her sails forevermore,
Her hull will never the shores,
Damning of irony filth.

Neath the of crimson winds,
Her sails of betorn.
Red are oaring,
The plasma stains bones.
Her rusting fire blindly in the mist,
This vessel lost and damned,
The prisoners of her quest.
A burial at sea that cannot rest in fucking peace,
The crew of wraith like revenants merely peace
And reverence from permanence.
cursed bondage has no end,
On they ride through the of ceaseless night,
Her never dies,
The compass straight to hell,
And is where they're going.
by curling waves of red,
The storm,
No signs of now.

On stirring of salted blood,
Condemned to forge her forevermore,
Her hull will never the shores,
waters of irony filth.

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