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