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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 a white swan born from the darklands of sin
Neither would Aresius have what was now changing in him
Swan... prince of the magic lake... Dargor's name...

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

Another mess of vampires, of sadistic pride
He could not these cruel games
him who once spared its life
He realized so not too late to be really far his king
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...!
DI PIETRA MISTICA
LADRI FIERI VOLANO

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
Rise now, for his soul

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

[II. Exotic
(instrumental)

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

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

And this is the epic end
of the tale
of the one who found the
and the inside
of the tragic rain of a thousand
of the town's defenders who real pain
of symphonies of enchanted
of whispers of and hate

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
and would mean the great rebirth
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 mountains and valleys, to and snow,
to sun, moon and wisdom rise soul...
the call...!

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

...the powerful energies of the furthest cosmos
heard the prayer of our mother Gaia, the 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 the queen of the dead and called
the mighty gargoyles 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 slimy of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a and great effect and meant the victory on the evil forces of abyss...
Remember, proud brothers... is possible...
when you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in your heart... it...
...it's the dragonflame!