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