On Stirring Seas Of Salted Blood

Oceans of madness darkened alone on hell she rides lechen undead and rotten dripping and
dignified she combs with violence upon the wailing storm this spectral ship of doomed
purgation barrels on awry on stirring seas of salted blood condemned to forge her sails
forevermore enslaved 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 anceient sea that cannont rest in fucking peace the
crew of wraithlike revenants merely seek peace and reverence from purgatioial permanence
their cursed bondage has no end on they ride through the throes of ceasless night her will
never dies the compass pointing straight to hell and that is where the're going beaten by
curling waves of red the storm no signes of slowing now on stirring seas of salted blood
condemned to forge her sails forevermore enslaved her hull will never reach the shores
damning these waters of irony flith scabbed with the blood of the ones they have killed the
ghosts of war must soldier on.