The Sails of Charon — текст песни (Yngwie Malmsteen)

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