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[I. Angeli di Mistica]

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

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

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

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

Gargoyles, oh my brother
now, rise for his soul

Ti invoco o terra... il mio nero...
con fiera lealta' io 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 inside
of the tragic rain of a flames
of the town's who faced real pain
of of enchanted lands
of whispers of love and

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
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, moon and wisdom rise soul...
the call...!

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

...the powerful energies of the secret cosmos
heard the of our mother Gaia, the supreme spirit
who gave us the miracle of life... and her dark son new life...
The power of the dragonflame realized had seemed to be impossible...
mortally struck the queen of the dead and called
the mighty gargoyles the legions of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the hands of the warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall the deep marshes constraining the black king,
with the emerald sword his hands, not to move...
they became soon for the slimy snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and meant the victory on the 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!