Pennant

Aboard the Dire
Never appealed
Never detained
Smoking sails are crying

Harvester of bold
Gatherer of souls
Horizon lines make up its hull

Slicing sands of time
The wind is longing
The grimmest caravel
To search for glory

Bloody shoreline
Haunted season
Seven Sins on deck

Moon is howling
Vengeance eyes are smiling
He spotted truth across the sand

To heed the calling
To raise the fallen
Full speed ahead
Let us make regret
Walk off the board and... Fly!

Freedom!
The point is near... Freedom!
The shot is clear... Freedom!

Will find rest!
Approaching target

Will find rest!
Contact in

Will find rest!
Before my path!