Woven Hand - Obdurate Obscura lyrics

Braided in the hair of the earth Sweet gra** your brother inferior O obdurate Do beg to differ Rolling to and fro The sleeping camp A burning lamp Never the gentleman Over her shoulder gone An esoteric enclosure Abandoned early on Driven from face to face of the ground This tiger city prowess What in the world is better than Hidden in the light His silver cup in your sack Obscure man x2 Up from His high place He looks But there is no man Casting down imaginations Verily verily this silver vein Drawn a blank name Asleep in the stern Who dare to wake him But the innocent The mountains move Driftwood light and smooth The thaw reveals what the ice has hidden True north x2 True north given For the hungry's sake If you release this man You'll be no friend of Caesar The wastes of old The desolation of the ancients They raise up Renew their city Generation to generation to