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[I. Angeli di Pietra

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

GARGOYLES, FLY
GARGOYLES,
GARGOYLES, FLY
HIGH...!
ANGELI DI PIETRA
LADRI FIERI VOLANO

mess of vampires, masquerade of sadistic pride
He not endure these cruel 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 high and his soul... angels of stone...

GARGOYLES, FLY
GARGOYLES,
GARGOYLES, FLY
HIGH...!
DI PIETRA MISTICA
LADRI FIERI VOLANO

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
now, rise for his soul

Ti invoco o terra... il mio nero...
con lealta' io giuro sincero...
tra morte e caos immenso
a sovrana l'amore piu' intenso... io Dargor a te...

[II. Exotic
(instrumental)

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

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

And this is the epic end
of the legendary
of the one who the light
and the dragonflame
of the tragic of a thousand flames
of the town's defenders who faced real
of symphonies of enchanted
of whispers of love and

The of victory can breathe in the wind
and this would mean the great
reborn, the one who's giving his
...the lying 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, moon and rise your soul...
the call...!

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

...the powerful energies of the secret cosmos
heard the of our mother Gaia, the supreme spirit
who gave us the miracle of life... and her dark son new life...
The power of the dragonflame what had seemed to be impossible...
mortally struck the queen of the dead and called
the mighty gargoyles against the of darkness...
He Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall the deep marshes constraining the black king,
with the emerald againin his hands, not to move...
they soon food for the slimy 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 heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!