Obdurate Obscura Lyrics - Refractory Obdurate - Woven Hand

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