Under black age toil we live That night the stars shot madly from Their spheres and were 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 wont leave our fathers land We wont learn trial patience for a customary cross Weve 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
toil, age, pestilence, abandonded, vastest