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[I. di Pietra Mistica]

The prophet of loud thunders quaking the surface of earth
when the black raven would have turned of wonderful spells
He would become a white swan born from the darklands of sin
Neither would Aresius believed what was now changing in him
Swan... prince of the lake... Dargor's your name...

GARGOYLES, FLY
GARGOYLES,
GARGOYLES, FLY
HIGH...!
DI PIETRA MISTICA
LADRI D'ANIME VOLANO

mess of vampires, masquerade of sadistic pride
He could not endure these games
against him who once spared its
He realized so not too late to be really far from his
far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to them right for him
Rise... fly and steal his soul... angels of stone...

GARGOYLES, FLY
GARGOYLES,
GARGOYLES, FLY
HIGH...!
ANGELI DI MISTICA
D'ANIME FIERI VOLANO

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
Rise now, for his soul

Ti o terra... colora il mio nero...
con fiera io giuro sincero...
tra anime morte e immenso
a Gaia l'amore piu' intenso... io Dargor a te...

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

[III. ...And the Ends...]

Dargor, do it... it be done...
free your rage and light soul...
It's call...

And this is the epic end
of the tale
of the one who found the
and the dragonflame
of the rain of a thousand flames
of the town's defenders who faced pain
of symphonies of lands
of of love and hate

The of victory can breathe in the wind
and would mean the great rebirth
reborn, the one giving his life
...the towns on the ground
Be one (Be one!) of us (of us!) and
act as all the want...
To and valleys, to fire and snow,
to sun, and wisdom rise your soul...
the call...!

Oh, god, my god...
it happened... it happened!

...the powerful energies of the secret cosmos
heard the prayer of our mother Gaia, the spirit
who gave us the miracle of life... and her dark son new life...
The power of the dragonflame realized what had to be impossible...
Dargor struck the queen of the dead and called
the mighty gargoyles against the of darkness...
He pushed into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the one let himself fall into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
the emerald sword againin his hands, not to move...
they became soon food for the snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and the victory on the evil forces of abyss...
Remember, brothers... everything is possible...
when you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in your heart... it...
...it's the dragonflame!