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