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[I. Angeli di Mistica]

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

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

mess of vampires, masquerade of sadistic pride
He could not endure these games
against him who once spared its
He so not too late to be really far from his king
far his infinite 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...!
ANGELI DI PIETRA
LADRI D'ANIME FIERI

Gargoyles, oh my brother
now, rise for his soul

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

[II. Exotic
(instrumental)

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

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

And is then the epic end
of the tale
of the one who found the
and the inside
of the tragic rain of a flames
of the town's defenders who faced real
of of enchanted lands
of whispers of love and

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

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

...the powerful of the furthest secret cosmos
heard the 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 what had seemed to be impossible...
Dargor mortally struck the queen of the dead and
the mighty against the legions of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
with the sword againin his hands, not to move...
they became soon food for the snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and meant the victory on the evil of abyss...
Remember, proud brothers... is possible...
when you let the mystic of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!