Oceans of madness, darkened Alone, on hell, she rides Lichen, 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 these waters of irony filth
Beneath 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 endless night Her will never dies!
The compass pointing straight to hell And that is where they're 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 Enslaved, her hull will never reach the shores
Damning these waters of irony filth Scabbed with the blood of ones they have killed The ghosts of war must soldier on!
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