Loviatar - Horse in Thrall

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