| Song | Under Black Age Toil |
| Artist | Human Fortress |
| Album | Lord of Earth and Heavens Heir |
| 作曲 : Parcharidis, Wolf | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Parcharidis, Wolf | |
| 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 |