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 landPoor man, whose spirits are stronger
They're the ones who will reign
You're struggles are in vainBlind man, you're suckin' your own blood
Soon black magic's dying
You'd better start cryingBlind man, you're suckin' your own blood
Soon black magic's dying
You better start cryingThrow out your evil desire
The dark king's kingdom is
Made out of mireThrow out your evil desire
The dark king's kingdom is
Made out of mireKeep on for the kingdom of light
There is no darkness, there is no night