Interpret:

Testament

Album:

Signs of Chaos

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