The Scorpions - The Sails Of Charon - Sözleri

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










		
			



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