歌曲 | On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood |
歌手 | The Black Dahlia Murder |
专辑 | Ritual |
[00:00.27] | 鐝炵張灞辨ⅵ澧冭仈鐩 |
[00:01.27] | |
[00:02.27] | |
[00:27.19] | Oceans of madness darkened, |
[00:31.05] | Alone on hell she rides, |
[00:34.71] | Lichen, undead, and rotten, |
[00:38.81] | Dripping and dignified. |
[00:42.28] | She combs with violence upon the wailing storm, |
[00:49.18] | This spectral ship of doomed purgation barrels on awry. |
[00:56.20] | On stirring seas of salted blood, |
[01:07.74] | Condemned to forge her sails forevermore, |
[01:15.21] | Her hull will never reach the shores, |
[01:20.23] | Damning waters of irony filth. |
[01:24.77] | |
[01:26.57] | 鈥淣eath the stench of crimson winds, |
[01:30.36] | Her sails of flesh betorn. |
[01:33.78] | Red skeletons are oaring, |
[01:37.31] | The plasma stains their bones. |
[01:41.11] | Her rusting cannons fire blindly in the mist, |
[01:47.69] | This haunted vessel lost and damned, |
[01:53.65] | The prisoners of her endless quest. |
[01:57.62] | A burial at ancient sea that cannot rest in ****ing peace, |
[02:10.85] | The crew of wraithlike revenants merely seek peace and reverence from purgatorial permanence. |
[02:22.15] | Their cursed bondage has no end, |
[02:26.93] | On they ride through the throes of ceaseless night, |
[02:31.98] | Her will never dies. |
[02:48.43] | |
[03:03.84] | The compass pointing straight to hell, |
[03:07.62] | And that is where they鈥檙e going. |
[03:11.35] | Beaten by curling waves of red, |
[03:15.13] | The storm, |
[03:16.19] | No signs of slowing now. |
[03:19.48] | |
[03:22.46] | On stirring seas of salted blood, |
[03:29.85] | Condemned to forge her sails forevermore, |
[03:36.56] | Her hull will never reach the shores, |
[03:42.21] | Damning waters of irony filth. |
[03:45.38] | |
[03:45.88] | Scabbed with the blood of ones they have killed, |
[03:49.79] | The ghosts of war must soldier on. |
[03:55.19] |
[00:00.27] | jué tōng zhāng bà biàn lǐ tái bā suì |
[00:01.27] | |
[00:02.27] | |
[00:27.19] | Oceans of madness darkened, |
[00:31.05] | Alone on hell she rides, |
[00:34.71] | Lichen, undead, and rotten, |
[00:38.81] | Dripping and dignified. |
[00:42.28] | She combs with violence upon the wailing storm, |
[00:49.18] | This spectral ship of doomed purgation barrels on awry. |
[00:56.20] | On stirring seas of salted blood, |
[01:07.74] | Condemned to forge her sails forevermore, |
[01:15.21] | Her hull will never reach the shores, |
[01:20.23] | Damning waters of irony filth. |
[01:24.77] | |
[01:26.57] | huǒ ní eath the stench of crimson winds, |
[01:30.36] | Her sails of flesh betorn. |
[01:33.78] | Red skeletons are oaring, |
[01:37.31] | The plasma stains their bones. |
[01:41.11] | Her rusting cannons fire blindly in the mist, |
[01:47.69] | This haunted vessel lost and damned, |
[01:53.65] | The prisoners of her endless quest. |
[01:57.62] | A burial at ancient sea that cannot rest in ing peace, |
[02:10.85] | The crew of wraithlike revenants merely seek peace and reverence from purgatorial permanence. |
[02:22.15] | Their cursed bondage has no end, |
[02:26.93] | On they ride through the throes of ceaseless night, |
[02:31.98] | Her will never dies. |
[02:48.43] | |
[03:03.84] | The compass pointing straight to hell, |
[03:07.62] | And that is where they huǒ chéng e going. |
[03:11.35] | Beaten by curling waves of red, |
[03:15.13] | The storm, |
[03:16.19] | No signs of slowing now. |
[03:19.48] | |
[03:22.46] | On stirring seas of salted blood, |
[03:29.85] | Condemned to forge her sails forevermore, |
[03:36.56] | Her hull will never reach the shores, |
[03:42.21] | Damning waters of irony filth. |
[03:45.38] | |
[03:45.88] | Scabbed with the blood of ones they have killed, |
[03:49.79] | The ghosts of war must soldier on. |
[03:55.19] |