On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood

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 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 wraithlike 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
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 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 shores
 Damning these waters of irony filth
 Scabbed with the blood of the ones they have killed
 the ghosts of war must soldier on