слова песни Yngwie Malmsteen - The sails of Charon
Dark night! There is no light
In the realm of the black magic man
Souls 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
Burn out
Your evil desire
The Dark Angel's Kingdom
Is built out of mire
Keep On!
For the kingdom of light
There is no darkness
And there is no night