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[I. Angeli di Mistica]

The prophet of loud thunders quaking the surface of earth
when the black raven have turned victim of wonderful spells
He would become a white swan born from the darklands of sin
Neither would Aresius have believed 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 sadistic
He could not endure these cruel
him who once spared its life
He realized so not too late to be really far from his
far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to call them for him
Rise... fly high and steal his soul... of stone...

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

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
Rise now, rise for his

Ti invoco o terra... il mio nero...
con fiera lealta' io sincero...
tra anime morte e caos
a Gaia sovrana l'amore 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 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 symphonies of enchanted
of of love and hate

The dawn of victory can breathe in the
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 mountains and valleys, to and snow,
to sun, moon and wisdom rise soul...
the call...!

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

...the powerful energies of the furthest 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 dragonflame realized had seemed to be impossible...
Dargor mortally struck the of the dead and called
the mighty gargoyles against the of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the deep constraining the black king,
with the emerald sword his hands, not to move...
they became food for the slimy snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a terrific and 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 burn in your heart... it...
...it's the dragonflame!