Luyện nghe bài hát On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood

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

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

the stench of crimson winds,
Her of flesh betorn.
Red are oaring,
The stains their bones.
Her rusting cannons blindly in the mist,
This vessel lost and damned,
The of her endless quest.
A burial at ancient sea that rest in fucking peace,
The crew of wraith like revenants merely peace
And reverence purgatorial permanence.
Their cursed has no end,
On they through the throes of ceaseless night,
Her never dies,
The compass pointing to hell,
And is where they're going.
by curling waves of red,
The storm,
No of slowing now.

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

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