"Through The Mill" lyrics

When I saw you died a death
Whilst waiting on the moor
I ran to poach the poachers' nest
To strip them of their accolade

You really are the reddest beast
I've ever seen before
Three hundred pounds wrapped in my cape
We're going to an island

I propped you up with trophy bones
And perched 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 wrote back home to tell my friends
The moon, it makes the wine taste sweet