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[I. di Pietra Mistica]

The prophet of loud thunders quaking the surface of earth
when the black raven would turned victim of wonderful spells
He would have become a 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 FIERI VOLANO

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

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

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, rise for his

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

[II. Exotic
(instrumental)

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

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

And this is then the end
of the tale
of the one who the light
and the inside
of the tragic rain of a thousand
of the defenders who faced real pain
of of enchanted lands
of whispers of and hate

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

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

...the powerful energies of the furthest secret
heard the of our mother Gaia, the supreme spirit
who gave us the miracle of life... and her son breathed new life...
The of the dragonflame realized what had seemed to be impossible...
Dargor mortally struck the queen of the dead and
the mighty against the legions of darkness...
He Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the 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 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!