Under Black Age Toil-Human Fortress

[ti:Under Black Age Toil] [ar:Human Fortress] [al:Lord of Earth and Heaven's Heir] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Under Black Age Toil - Human Fortress [00:29.85]Oooh yeah no [00:38.01]Under black age toil we live [00:40.00] [00:42.04]No [00:47.88]Under black age toil [00:48.98]That night the stars shot madly from [00:52.29] [00:53.95]Their spheres and we're raging like a violent storm [00:58.74]And the moon that was no crescent but [01:01.50]His horns were visible within the circumference [01:04.73]One saw more devils vastest hell can hold [01:09.56]Within moonshine all we left to bury the dead [01:13.97] [01:14.70]The iron tongue of midnight has told twelve [01:18.42]The pestilence has taken our eyesight [01:23.95] [01:24.46]And our graves are gaping wide [01:28.60]Everyone sets forth his dying sprite [01:34.28]And the church way paths to glide [01:37.70]Through dead bodies nor rich or poor [01:40.84] [01:41.47]Anymore with stolen pride [01:44.44] [01:51.52]Under black age toil we live [01:53.55] [01:55.53]No [02:01.23]Under black age toil [02:02.46]Oh scornful masters we leave our homes [02:05.65] [02:07.42]Under black age toil our sweat runs bold [02:12.26]Let the pestilence resolve our end [02:15.10]We won't leave our fathers land [02:17.14]We won't learn trial patience for a customary cross [02:22.09] [02:23.04]Within moonshine all we left to bury the dead [02:27.48] [02:28.14]The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve [02:31.87]The pestilence has taken our eyesight [02:37.92]And our graves are gaping wide [02:42.06]Everyone sets forth his dying sprite [02:47.77]And the church way paths to glide [02:51.14]Through dead bodies nor rich or poor [02:54.23] [02:54.86]Anymore with stolen pride [02:57.98] [03:21.27]Ooh ooh ooh ooh [03:30.95]Ooh ooh ooh ooh [03:40.46]We've abandonded to relieve and heal [03:44.26] [03:45.43]Even strong men with their hearts of steel [03:49.84] [03:50.35]And the beggars fools our knights and kings [03:54.02] [03:55.13]Met the demon with this blackened wings [04:00.06]The pestilence has taken our eyesight [04:06.15]And our graves are gaping wide [04:10.19]Everyone sets forth his dying sprite [04:15.92]And the church way paths to glide [04:19.29]Through dead bodies nor rich or poor [04:22.45] [04:23.07]Anymore with stolen pride [04:26.08] [04:28.28]Under black age toil we live [04:32.32] [04:33.08]Under black age toil we live [04:36.96] [04:38.01]Under black age toil we live