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[I. Angeli di Pietra

The prophet of loud thunders quaking the surface of earth
when the black would have turned victim of wonderful spells
He would become a white swan born from the darklands of sin
would Aresius have believed what was now changing in him
Swan... prince of the magic lake... your name...

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

mess of vampires, masquerade of sadistic pride
He could not endure these cruel
him who once spared its life
He realized so not too late to be really far from his
far from his infinite 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 MISTICA
LADRI D'ANIME FIERI

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
now, rise for his soul

Ti o terra... colora il mio nero...
con fiera lealta' io sincero...
tra morte e caos immenso
a Gaia sovrana l'amore piu' intenso... io 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 this is the epic end
of the tale
of the one who found the
and the inside
of the tragic of a thousand flames
of the town's who faced real pain
of symphonies of lands
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 towns 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 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 gave us the miracle of life... and her dark son new life...
The power of the dragonflame what had seemed to be impossible...
Dargor mortally struck the of the dead and called
the mighty gargoyles 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 againin his hands, not to move...
became soon food for the slimy snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and meant the on the evil 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!