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[I. Angeli di Pietra

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

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

Another mess of vampires, masquerade of pride
He could not endure these cruel
against him who once spared its
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 D'ANIME FIERI

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
Rise now, rise for his

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

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

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

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

And is then the epic end
of the tale
of the one who the light
and the inside
of the tragic rain of a flames
of the town's defenders who real pain
of symphonies of enchanted
of of love and hate

The of victory can breathe in the wind
and this would mean the rebirth
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 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 of the furthest secret cosmos
heard the prayer of our mother Gaia, the spirit
who gave us the miracle of life... and her son breathed new life...
The power of the dragonflame realized had seemed to be impossible...
Dargor struck the queen of the dead and called
the mighty gargoyles the legions of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the hands of the warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the deep marshes constraining the king,
the emerald sword againin his hands, not to move...
they soon food for the slimy snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and meant the victory on the forces 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!