Ghost Plains Lyrics & Chords By Seven Sisters Of Sleep

years come to a close
fog crawls on the ground, soiled by those
who frighteningly gather, under the fucking 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 whore fox

years close, diseasor exposed
one blooded hand
nothing but echoes