Lyrics The Sails of Charon Scorpions

The Sails of Charon

Scorpions

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