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