Luyện nghe bài hát On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood

Oceans of darkened,
Alone on 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 never 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,
This haunted lost and damned,
The prisoners of her quest.
A at ancient sea that cannot rest in fucking peace,
The crew of wraith like merely seek peace
And from purgatorial permanence.
cursed bondage has no end,
On they ride through the of ceaseless night,
Her never dies,
The pointing straight to hell,
And is where they're going.
Beaten by curling of red,
The storm,
No signs of now.

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

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