Текст песни Aeolian Harp

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
Button up and button down
Now grim pilgrim, he come around
As he did he will roll
Drivin' like there ain't no God at all
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He digs his hole
I let him go
I let him go

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

I just let him go
Well, I let him go