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[I. Angeli di Pietra

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

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

Another mess of vampires, of sadistic pride
He could not these cruel 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 FIERI VOLANO

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
Rise now, rise for his

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

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

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

Dargor, do it... it be done...
your rage and light 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 thousand
of the defenders who faced real pain
of of enchanted lands
of of love and hate

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
and would mean the great rebirth
reborn, the one giving 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, and wisdom rise your soul...
the call...!

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

...the powerful energies of the secret cosmos
the prayer of our mother 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 struck the queen of the dead and called
the gargoyles against the legions of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let fall into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
with the sword againin his hands, not to move...
they became soon for the slimy snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a terrific and great and meant the victory on the evil forces of abyss...
Remember, brothers... everything is possible...
when you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!