The Sails Of Charon — 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