Luyện nghe bài hát On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood

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

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

Neath the of crimson winds,
Her of flesh betorn.
Red are oaring,
The plasma their bones.
Her cannons fire blindly in the mist,
haunted 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.
cursed bondage has no end,
On they ride the throes of ceaseless night,
Her never dies,
The compass pointing to hell,
And that is they're going.
Beaten by curling of red,
The storm,
No of slowing now.

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

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