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[I. di Pietra Mistica]

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

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

Another mess of vampires, masquerade of pride
He could not endure these games
him who once spared its life
He so not too late to be really far from his king
far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to call right 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 o terra... colora il mio nero...
con fiera io giuro sincero...
tra anime morte e caos
a Gaia sovrana piu' intenso... io Dargor a te...

[II. Exotic
(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 flames
of the town's who faced real pain
of symphonies of enchanted
of whispers of and hate

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
and this would mean the great
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 and valleys, to fire and snow,
to sun, moon and wisdom your soul...
the call...!

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

...the powerful energies of the secret cosmos
heard the prayer of our Gaia, the supreme spirit
who gave us the miracle of life... and her 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 mighty 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 himself fall into the deep marshes the black king,
with the emerald sword his hands, not to move...
they became soon food for the slimy 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!