Charon Табы

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
The ones who will reign
Your struggles are in vain

Blind man, you're sucking your own blood
Black magic's dying
You'd better start crying

Blind man, you're sucking your own blood
Black magic's dying
You'd better start crying

Burn out your evil desire
The dark king's kingdom is
Made out of mire

Burn out your evil desire
The dark king's kingdom is
Made out of mire

Keep on for the kingdom of light
There is no darkness, there is no night