Luyện nghe bài hát Sails of Charon

Dark night, there is no
In the realm of the black man
Soul's flight into the cold
Of the destroyer's land
Poor man, spirits are stronger
They're a little too
starting to...

Blind man, suckin' your own blood
Soon black magic's
You'd better start
Blind man, you're suckin' your own
Soon black dying
You'd better crying

Throw out your desire
The dark king's is
Made out of

Throw out your evil
The dark kingdom is
Made out of

Keep on for the kingdom of
is no darkness, there is no night