OOG: Nightingale

[most_precious_blood]

Sweet black blood addicted nightingale.
We remnants of the ghostwolf tribe set sail.
Lit up just like a torch admid the pounding waves
we sent those bastards to their graves

So raise a glass sweet lass, don't hesitate
to speak with me of their most horrid fate.
Across the bounding main, they plied their deadly trade
a perfect poison serenade

Most perfect poison ever made

So sleep, and sleep well
For in one week, we raise hell
and I don't know
what to bring you
when you die

every blade I've buried
every time I've tarried
on the battlefield
has led me to this lie

Our craft perfected in academy
we find sweet release on the open sea
unfurl the canvas, and then let us make our way
to chase the tide of fading day

So we default and halt near journey's end
and in the night we each drink and befriend
locked up within that kiss we stare, and soon you fade
yet still, our fate was not belayed

and by our own blood we're betrayed

So sleep and sleep well
for tomorrow, we're in hell
and you're not
quite yet prepared for
the obscene

All the blood I've spilled
all the men I've killed
I swear, just a little more
until you're clean

So they await their fate most patiently
no longer welcome on the open sea
alone and hunted by those they would not obey
the hunters now become the prey

and revel in this cruel display.

You'll curse and you'll yell
but there's no escaping hell
and upon deaf ears do fall
each of your screams

All the blood I've shed
at night the faces of the dead
come back to haunt me
in the darkness of my dreams

I doubt I'll sleep well
as the bruises start to swell
and the rage begins to rise
just like the dawn

I've tried to be brave
I left flowers on your grave
and I don't know what to tell you
but I'm gone.

-Suteki-