Through The Mill Lyrics - Cyrk - Cate Le Bon

When I saw you die the death 

Whilst beating animal 

I ran to approach the poachers' nest 

To strip them of their epaulet 

You really are the maddest beast 

I've ever seen before 

Three hundred pounds wrapped in my cave 

We going to an island 

I packed you up with trophy bones 

And bridged you on the peak 

We stayed to watch the ships come in 

And drank to when the chase felt good 

I really could not leave him there 

They put him through the mill 

I rode back home to tell my friends 

The moon it makes the wine taste sweet