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[I. Angeli di Pietra

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

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

Another mess of vampires, masquerade of sadistic
He could not endure these cruel
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 call them for him
Rise... fly high and steal his soul... of stone...

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

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
now, rise for his soul

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

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

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

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

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

The dawn of victory can breathe in the
and this would the great rebirth
reborn, the one who's 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, moon and rise your soul...
the call...!

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

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