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[I. Angeli di Pietra

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

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

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

GARGOYLES, FLY
GARGOYLES,
GARGOYLES, FLY
HIGH...!
ANGELI DI PIETRA
LADRI D'ANIME 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 caos
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 is then the epic end
of the tale
of the one who the light
and the inside
of the tragic of a thousand flames
of the town's who faced real pain
of of enchanted lands
of whispers of love and

The dawn of victory can breathe in the
and this mean the great rebirth
reborn, the one who's giving his
...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 of the furthest secret cosmos
heard the prayer of our mother Gaia, the supreme
who us the miracle of life... and her dark son breathed new life...
The power of the realized what had seemed to be impossible...
Dargor struck the queen of the dead and called
the mighty against the legions of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the deep marshes 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 heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!