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[I. Angeli di Mistica]

The prophet of loud thunders quaking the surface of earth
when the black raven would have turned of wonderful spells
He would have a white swan born from the darklands of sin
Neither would Aresius believed what was now changing in him
Swan... of the magic lake... Dargor's your name...

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

Another mess of vampires, masquerade of sadistic
He could not endure these games
him who once spared its life
He realized so not too to be really far from his king
far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to call right for him
Rise... fly and steal his soul... angels of stone...

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

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
Rise now, rise for his

Ti o terra... colora il mio nero...
con lealta' io giuro sincero...
tra anime morte e immenso
a Gaia l'amore piu' intenso... io Dargor 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 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 symphonies of enchanted
of whispers of love and

The of victory can breathe in the wind
and this would mean the great
reborn, the one who's his life
...the towns 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 your soul...
the call...!

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

...the powerful of the furthest secret cosmos
heard the prayer of our Gaia, the supreme spirit
who gave us the of life... and her dark son breathed new life...
The of the dragonflame realized what had seemed to be impossible...
Dargor mortally struck the queen of the dead and
the mighty gargoyles the legions of darkness...
He pushed into the hands 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 sword againin his hands, not to move...
became soon 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...
when you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!