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[I. Angeli di Mistica]

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

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

Another of vampires, masquerade of sadistic pride
He could not endure these games
against him who spared its life
He realized so not too late to be really far his king
far from his blood thirst, too far to call 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 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 l'amore piu' intenso... io Dargor a te...

[II. Exotic
(instrumental)

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

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

And this is then the end
of the tale
of the one who the light
and the dragonflame
of the rain of a thousand flames
of the town's defenders who faced pain
of of enchanted lands
of of love and hate

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

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

...the powerful of the furthest secret cosmos
the prayer of our mother Gaia, the supreme spirit
who us the miracle of life... and her dark son breathed new life...
The power of the dragonflame realized what had to be impossible...
mortally struck the queen of the dead and called
the mighty gargoyles against the of darkness...
He pushed Akron the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
the emerald sword againin his hands, not to move...
they soon food for the slimy snakes 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!