Horse in Thrall - Loviatar

Slave to work by birth

Stripped of all our worth

A life of ash and bone

Cursed to toil alone

Silently coerced

Is labour gift or curse?

Din of crises past

Overthrown at last

The horse in thrall

The yoke and stall

The means to all

Can you hear?

The sighs are growing louder

A protest against suffering

Will you see beyond this vale of tears?

Or will you wear the bridle?

No way out