Luyện nghe bài hát The Sail of Charon

Dark night, is no light
In the realm of the magic man
flight into the cold blight
Of the destroyer's land

Poor man, whose spirits are
They're the ones who reign
You're are in vain

Blind man, suckin' your own blood
Soon black dying
You'd better crying

Blind man, suckin' your own blood
black magic's dying
You better crying

out your evil 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
There is no darkness, is no night