On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood - The Black Dahlia Murder

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

D**ning 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 d**ned

The prisoners of her endless quest

A burial at ancient sea

That cannot rest in f**king 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

D**ning these waters of irony filth

Scabbed with the blood of ones they have killed

The ghosts of war must soldier on