Under Black Age Toil - Human Fortress

Oooh yeah no

Under black age toil we live

No

Under black age toil

That night the stars shot madly from

Their spheres and we're raging like a violent storm

And the moon that was no crescent but

His horns were visible within the circumference

One saw more devils vastest hell can hold

Within moonshine all we left to bury the dead

The iron tongue of midnight has told twelve

The pestilence has taken our eyesight

And our graves are gaping wide

Everyone sets forth his dying sprite

And the church way paths to glide

Through dead bodies nor rich or poor

Anymore with stolen pride

Under black age toil we live

No

Under black age toil

Oh scornful masters we leave our homes

Under black age toil our sweat runs bold

Let the pestilence resolve our end

We won't leave our fathers land

We won't learn trial patience for a customary cross

Within moonshine all we left to bury the dead

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve

The pestilence has taken our eyesight

And our graves are gaping wide

Everyone sets forth his dying sprite

And the church way paths to glide

Through dead bodies nor rich or poor

Anymore with stolen pride

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

We've abandonded to relieve and heal

Even strong men with their hearts of steel

And the beggars fools our knights and kings

Met the demon with this blackened wings

The pestilence has taken our eyesight

And our graves are gaping wide

Everyone sets forth his dying sprite

And the church way paths to glide

Through dead bodies nor rich or poor

Anymore with stolen pride

Under black age toil we live

Under black age toil we live

Under black age toil we live