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[I. di Pietra Mistica]

The prophet of loud thunders quaking the surface of earth
when the black raven have turned victim of wonderful spells
He have become a white swan 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 MISTICA
LADRI D'ANIME FIERI

Another mess of vampires, masquerade of sadistic
He could not endure these games
him who once spared its life
He realized so not too late to be really far from his
far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to call 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 brother
Rise now, for his soul

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

[II. Interlude]
(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 legendary
of the one who the light
and the dragonflame
of the rain of a thousand flames
of the town's defenders who faced pain
of symphonies of enchanted
of whispers of and hate

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

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

...the powerful energies of the furthest secret
heard the prayer of our mother Gaia, the supreme
who gave us the miracle of life... and her son breathed new life...
The of the dragonflame realized what had seemed to be impossible...
mortally struck the queen of the dead and called
the gargoyles against the legions of darkness...
He pushed Akron the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the marshes constraining the black king,
with the emerald sword his hands, not to move...
they became food 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...
you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!