Luyện nghe bài hát Under Black Age Toil

Under black age we live

That night the stars shot from
Their spheres and we're raging a violent storm
And the moon was no crescent but
His horns were visible within the
One saw more devils vastest hell can

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

The pestilence has taken our
And our are gaping wide
Everyone sets forth his sprite
And the church way to glide
Through dead - nor rich or poor
Anymore stolen pride

Under black age toil we

Oh masters we leave our homes
Under age toil our sweat runs bold
Let the pestilence our end
We won't our fathers land
We learn trial patience for a customary cross

We've to relieve and heal
Even men with their hearts of steel
And the beggars, our knights and kings
Met the with this blackened wings