Текст песни Human Fortress - Under Black Age Toil
Human Fortress - Under Black Age Toil слова песни
Under black age toil we liveThat night the stars shot madly fromTheir spheres and we`re raging like a violent stormAnd the moon that was no crescent butHis horns were visible within the circumferenceOne saw more devils vastest hell can holdWithin moonshine we left to bury the deadThe iron tongue of midnight hath told twelveThe pestilence has taken our eyesightAnd our graves are gaping wideEveryone sets forth his dying spriteAnd the church way paths to glideThrough dead bodies - nor rich or poorAnymore with stolen prideUnder black age toil we liveOh scornful masters we leave our homesUnder black age toil our sweat runs boldLet the pestilence resolve our endWe won`t leave our fathers landWe won`t learn trial patience for a customary crossWe`ve abandonded to relieve and healEven strong men with their hearts of steelAnd the beggars, fools our knights and kingsMet the demon with this blackened wings