[I. di Pietra Mistica]
The prophet of loud thunders quaking the surface of earth when the black would have turned victim of wonderful spells He would become a white swan born from the darklands of sin Neither would Aresius have believed what was now in him Swan... prince of the magic lake... your name...
GARGOYLES, FLY GARGOYLES, GARGOYLES, FLY HIGH...! ANGELI DI PIETRA LADRI D'ANIME FIERI
Another mess of vampires, masquerade of pride He could not endure these games against him who once its life He realized so not too late to be far from his king far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to call right for him Rise... fly high and steal his soul... of stone...
GARGOYLES, FLY GARGOYLES, GARGOYLES, FLY HIGH...! DI PIETRA MISTICA LADRI D'ANIME FIERI
Gargoyles, oh my brother now, rise for his soul
Ti o terra... colora il mio nero... con fiera lealta' io sincero... tra anime morte e immenso a sovrana l'amore piu' intenso... io Dargor a te...
[II. Exotic (instrumental)
[III. ...And the Ends...]
Dargor, do it... it be done... free rage and light your soul... It's call...
...the powerful energies of the furthest secret the prayer of our mother Gaia, the supreme spirit who gave us the of life... and her dark son breathed new life... The power of the dragonflame what had seemed to be impossible...
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 defenders who faced real pain of symphonies of lands of whispers of and hate
The of victory can breathe in the wind and this would the great 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 rise your soul... the call...!
Oh no, oh God, oh God no... is happening...?
Oh God, my God... It is happening...
Dargor mortally struck the queen of the dead and the mighty against 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, the emerald sword again in his hands, not to move... they soon food for the slimy snakes of the abyss... But this sacrifice had a terrific and great and Akron's death meant the victory on the evil forces of abyss... Once... Forever... Remember, brothers... everything is possible... when you let the mystic of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it... ...it's the dragonflame!