Ulrich Jon Roth. Superbeast.

Bored at work? Wife a drag? Kids flunking pregnancy tests? How about a private guitar lesson from the lord of German engineered face shredding, Mr. Uli Jon Roth? You can thank me later.



Here's The Scorps playing the "Sails of Charon" live in 1977. It's amazing that the Berlin wall didn't just crumble in a heap after this song's release.



I've added the lyrics so you can follow along while you punch holes through the universe.

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