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[I. Angeli di Mistica]

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

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

Another mess of vampires, of sadistic pride
He could not endure these cruel
against him who spared its life
He so not too late to be really far from his king
far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to them right for him
Rise... fly high and his soul... angels of stone...

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

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, rise for his

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

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

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

Dargor, do it... it be done...
free your rage and light 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 who faced real pain
of symphonies of enchanted
of whispers of and hate

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

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

...the energies of the furthest secret cosmos
heard the prayer of our Gaia, the supreme spirit
who us the miracle of life... and her dark son breathed new life...
The of the dragonflame realized what had seemed to be impossible...
Dargor mortally struck the of the dead and called
the gargoyles 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 constraining the black king,
with the emerald sword 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 evil of abyss...
Remember, brothers... everything is possible...
when you let the mystic power of the burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!