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 a little too weary
 You're starting to...


 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