Luyện nghe bài hát Garoyles, Angels of Darkness: Angeli Di Pietra Mistica/Warlords' Last C

[I. Angeli di Mistica]

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

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

Another of vampires, masquerade of sadistic pride
He could not endure these games
against him who spared its life
He realized so not too late to be really far from his
far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to call them for him
Rise... fly high and steal his soul... of stone...

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

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
now, rise for his soul

Ti o terra... colora il mio nero...
con fiera io giuro sincero...
tra anime e caos immenso
a Gaia l'amore piu' intenso... io Dargor a te...

[II. Exotic
(instrumental)

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

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

...the powerful energies of the furthest cosmos
heard the prayer of our mother Gaia, the supreme
who gave us the of life... and her dark son breathed new life...
The power of the dragonflame realized what had to be impossible...

And this is then the end
of the legendary
of the one who the light
and the inside
of the tragic rain of a thousand
of the defenders who faced real pain
of symphonies of enchanted
of whispers of love and

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
and this would mean the rebirth
reborn, the one who's giving his
...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, and wisdom 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 hands of the nordic warrior, now a victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the deep marshes constraining the king,
with the emerald again in his hands, not to move...
became soon food for the slimy snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and Akron's meant the victory on the evil forces of abyss... Once... Forever...
Remember, brothers... everything is possible...
you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!