On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood

歌曲 On Stirring Seas of Salted Blood
歌手 The Black Dahlia Murder
专辑 Ritual

歌词

[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]

拼音

[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]