Wovenhand - Obdurate Obscura lyrics

rate me

Braided in the hair of the earth

Sweet grass 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 the 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

Thanks to Matroshka for correcting these lyrics