[Roth]      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 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