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,
This ship of doomed purgation barrels on awry.

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

the stench 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 of her endless quest.
A burial at ancient sea that cannot in fucking peace,
The crew of wraith like revenants merely peace
And reverence from permanence.
Their cursed has no end,
On ride through the throes of ceaseless night,
Her never dies,
The compass straight to hell,
And that is they're going.
Beaten by waves of red,
The storm,
No of slowing now.

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

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