The Sails Of Charon
Uli Jon Roth
Dark night, there is no light in the realm of the black magicman
Soul's flight into the cold blight of the destroyer's magicland
Poor man, whose spirits are stronger
There the ones who will reign, your struggles are in vain
Blind man, you're sucking your own blood
Soon black magic's dying, you'd better start crying
Blind man, you're sucking 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, there is no night