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 your 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
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