Dray Horse from Animal Soul by Thomas Nöla & the Black Hole

Come in from the farmland
What a tearful trail
Fed roses and oak leaves
Now live on just thin air
So you've got this need
I know how to grease

Dragged in from prehistory
Let your children go
Lay down your pitchfork and
Tell your nature “no”
You are the dray horse I've been waiting for
We make deserts come

Deep within your Dreamtime
Just sleeping on
But makers of dead land
Watch over heather moors
The smell of mold as it slowly grows
Brings it all back home

Some thirteen fields not merry
Six green glens gone by
Sewing sand and discontent
Across your eyes
Gasping and wriggling
From the creel
And you'll be the dray horse
I'll make it all real

With all the will of dead gods
You'll dig your heels in there
The forge to make your last stand
The spiraling quicksand
And if you can see that
Then we've got a deal

And all your fertile hours
Where your magic breeds
Given to this thistle
That eats its own seeds
But you'll be the dray horse I've been dreaming of
We'll turn it all to steel

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