Wovenhand - Aeolian harp (under the world) lyrics

WOVENHAND Now is the end of the gentile Pluck aeolian harp my child Beyond the lust of this moment Thin as a pine slat It does no good to call you mine You're a big brown bull bu*ton up and bu*ton down Now grim pilgrim He come around As he did he will roll Drivin' like there ain't no god at all He digs his hole Do you see the day far on Brothers it is a line There is no buffalo outside rifle child It is more than hunger That betrays my heart