Sails of Charon (Scorpions cover)

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