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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 Aresius have what was now changing in him
Swan... prince of the magic lake... your name...

GARGOYLES, FLY
GARGOYLES,
GARGOYLES, FLY
HIGH...!
ANGELI DI MISTICA
D'ANIME FIERI VOLANO

Another mess of vampires, masquerade of pride
He not endure these cruel games
him who once spared its life
He realized so not too late to be really far 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 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 morte e caos immenso
a Gaia sovrana piu' 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 this is the epic end
of the legendary
of the one who the light
and the dragonflame
of the tragic rain of a thousand
of the town's who faced real pain
of of enchanted lands
of whispers of love and

The of victory can breathe in the wind
and this would the great rebirth
reborn, the one who's 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 energies of the furthest secret cosmos
heard the prayer of our Gaia, the supreme spirit
who us the miracle of life... and her dark son breathed new life...
The power of the realized what had seemed to be impossible...
Dargor mortally struck the queen of the 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 one let himself fall into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
with the emerald againin his hands, not to move...
they became soon for the slimy snakes of the abyss...
But sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and meant the victory on the evil forces of abyss...
Remember, brothers... everything is possible...
when you let the mystic of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!