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 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, and there is no night