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[I. Angeli di Pietra

The prophet told of loud thunders quaking the surface of
when the black raven would have victim of wonderful spells
He would have become a white born from the darklands of sin
Neither would Aresius have believed what was now in him
Swan... of the magic 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 these cruel games
against him who once its life
He realized so not too late to be really far his king
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 PIETRA
LADRI D'ANIME VOLANO

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, for his soul

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

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

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

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

And is then the epic end
of the tale
of the one who the light
and the inside
of the tragic of a thousand flames
of the town's who faced real pain
of symphonies of enchanted
of of love and hate

The of victory can breathe in the wind
and this would mean the rebirth
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 mountains and valleys, to and snow,
to sun, moon and wisdom your 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 gave us the miracle of life... and her son breathed new life...
The power of the dragonflame realized had seemed to be impossible...
Dargor mortally struck the queen of the dead and
the mighty against the legions of darkness...
He pushed into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the deep marshes the black king,
with the emerald againin his hands, not to move...
they soon food 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, brothers... everything is possible...
you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!