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 sucking your own blood
Soon black magic's dying
You'd better start crying

Blind man, you're sucking 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