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 upon the wailing storm,
This ship of doomed purgation barrels on awry.

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

Neath the of crimson winds,
Her of flesh betorn.
Red are oaring,
The plasma their bones.
Her rusting fire blindly in the mist,
haunted vessel lost and damned,
The prisoners of her quest.
A burial at ancient sea that cannot rest in peace,
The crew of wraith revenants merely seek peace
And reverence purgatorial permanence.
cursed bondage has no end,
On ride through the throes of ceaseless night,
Her will dies,
The pointing straight to hell,
And that is where 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,
waters of irony filth.

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