Dark night
There is no light
In the realm of the black magic man
Souls flight
Into the cold blight
Of the destroyer's magic land
Poor man
Those spirits are stronger
They're the ones who will reign
Your struggles are in vain
Blind man
You're suckin' your own blood
Soon black magic's dying
You'd better start crying
Aaah
Aaah
Aaah
Aaaah
Blind man
You're suckin' your own blood
Soon black magic's dying
You'd better start crying
Aaah
Aaah
Aaah
Aaaah
Burn out
Your evil desire
The dark angels' kingdom
Is made out of mire
Burn out
Your evil desire
The dark angels' kingdom
Is made out of mire
Keep on
For the kingdom of light
There is no darkness
There is no night
