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UNDER BLACK AGE TOIL
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UNDER BLACK AGE TOIL,
Human Fortress
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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
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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
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