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[I. Angeli di Mistica]

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

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

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

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

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, for his soul

Ti o terra... colora il mio nero...
con fiera io giuro sincero...
tra anime e caos 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 rage and light your soul...
Gaia's call...

And is then the epic end
of the tale
of the one who the light
and the dragonflame
of the tragic rain of a flames
of the defenders who faced real pain
of symphonies of lands
of whispers of and hate

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