Under Black Age Toil Lyrics - Human Fortress

Under black age toil we live 

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 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 

Under black age toil we live 

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 

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