The Sails Of Charon - Uli Jon Roth

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

They’re the ones who will reign

You’re struggles are in vain

Blind man, you’re suckin' your own blood

Soon black magic’s dying

You’d better start crying

Blind man, you’re suckin' your own blood

Soon black magic’s dying

You’d better start crying

Throw out your evil desire

The dark king’s kingdom is Made out of mire

Throw 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