Down from the mountain came the rain, to grow our humble crop
Here in the town of Couer de Blanc, we toil for our lord
He tells us, "Listen to my word, or else you'll get hurt"
Everyday its getting worse, we cant take the work
O Lord
O Lord
O Lord
I can't work
I can't work
Anymore
Down from the mountain came a man, whos skin was black as pitch
Unseen, he moved in to the house, and stood beside His bed
With quick work of his steady hands, the lord was caught off guard
The man, look at us and said, "Your lord is surely dead"
O Lord
O Lord
O Lord
I can't work
I can't work
Anymore
Down from the mountain came the sun, the sky a cobalt blue
Now in the town of Couer de Blanc, our lives are surely changed
No more, are we held as serfs, but now we are so free
If only he was the only one, to die of the black death
O lord
O lord
O lord
I don't work
I don't work
Anymore