the sails of charon Dark night, there is no light in the realm of the black magic man Soul's flight into the cold blight of the destroyer's magic land Poor man whose spirits are stronger There the ones who will reign, your strugglings are in vain Blind man, you're s**ing your own blood Soon black magic's dying, you'd better start crying Blind man, you're s**ing your own blood Soon black magic's dying, you'd better start crying Burn out your evil desire The dark angel's kingdom is built out of mire... Burn out your evil desire The dark angel's kingdom is built out of mire Keep out for the kingdom of light There is no darkness, and there is no night