The Sails Of Charon — текст песни (Scorpions)

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