Oceans of madness darkened,
Alone on hell she rides,
Lichen, undead, and rotten,
Dripping and dignified.
This spectral ship of doomed purgation barrels on awry.
On stirring seas of salted blood,
Condemned to forge her sails forevermore,
Her hull will never reach the shores,
Damning waters of irony filth.
Neath the stench of crimson winds,
Her sails of flesh betorn.
Red skeletons are oaring,
The plasma stains their bones.
Her rusting cannons fire blindly in the mist,
This haunted vessel lost and damned,
The prisoners of her endless quest.
A burial at ancient sea that cannot rest in fucking peace,
The crew of wraith like revenants merely seek peace
And reverence from purgatorial permanence.
Their cursed bondage has no end,
On they ride through the throes of ceaseless night,
Her will never dies,
And that is where theyâre going.
Beaten by curling waves of red,
The storm,
No signs of slowing now.
On stirring seas of salted blood,
Condemned to forge her sails forevermore,
Her hull will never reach the shores,
Damning waters of irony filth.
Scabbed with the blood of ones they have killed,
The ghosts of war must soldier on.
- 专辑：Ritual
- 歌手：The Black Dahlia Murder
- 歌曲：On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood
