Seven Sisters

SEVEN SISTERS (lyrics)

A prince, a princess and Alex, their son
Fled the demons and the red night sky
To come in 1920 to the village of Hartington
Where on the hills
They watched the sun bury his face behind seven sisters
Who'd lain there since before men made weapons their god
Wives to the weather and old as England

Here in me, the enemy sleeps
Until he up and leaps
He's my Ulyanov in drag

To smuggle your wealth with your children's lives
To abandon home to savagery and waste
To leave your memories where a parasite thrives
When from the manor window
You can see seven sisters, arm in arm, spirits calm
When you know that you've more rage etched in the lines across your
palm
Princess Obelensky, I see through your smile

It's the dust upon your portrait
It's silent and ornate
Subtle and serene

The falling angel with the flaming wings is a Hurricane, Alex,
You flew too close to the sun
If you're Russian or Austrian, French or American
You can still play for England, little one

So I watch the night come to serve these seven hills
While Anger she seduces as I know she always will
And as he whore her whimsies for heaven and earth

Who do you sisters serve?
Not a thirsty, itching fervour
Devouring devouring devouring