Luyện nghe bài hát Under Black Age Toil

Under black age toil we

That night the stars shot madly
Their spheres and we're raging like a violent
And the that was no crescent but
His were visible within the circumference
One saw more vastest hell can hold

moonshine we left to bury the dead
The iron tongue of midnight told twelve

The has taken our eyesight
And our graves are gaping
Everyone forth his dying sprite
And the church way to glide
Through dead - nor rich or poor
Anymore with pride

Under black age we live

Oh scornful masters we leave our
Under black age our sweat runs bold
Let the resolve our end
We won't leave our fathers
We learn trial patience for a customary cross

abandonded to relieve and heal
Even strong men with their hearts of
And the beggars, fools our knights and
Met the demon with this blackened