The Sails Of Charon de Scorpions

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