Seven Sisters Of Sleep - Ghost Plains lyrics

years come to a close fog crawls on the ground, soiled by those who frighteningly gather, under the f**ing banner hands cup ears, nothing but echoes his army of hell hounds, defeated by one stormy eyed fox, warnings unheard relative of the siren, who brings the fog masks penetrators, moving like wind close up turning point, eyes finally widen float upon, the returning echos to the protecting banner welcomed by a demon who*e fox years close, diseasor exposed one blooded hand nothing but echoes