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

[I. di Pietra Mistica]

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

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

Another mess of vampires, of sadistic pride
He could not these cruel games
against him who once spared its
He realized so not too to be really far from his king
far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to them right for him
Rise... fly high and his soul... angels of stone...

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

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
now, rise for his soul

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

[II. Exotic
(instrumental)

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

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

...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 what had seemed to be impossible...

And this is the epic end
of the legendary
of the one who the light
and the inside
of the tragic of a thousand flames
of the town's who faced real pain
of symphonies of enchanted
of of love and hate

The dawn of victory can breathe in the
and this mean the great rebirth
reborn, the one who's giving his
...the towns lying on the
Be one (Be one!) of us (of us!) and
act as all the want...
To and valleys, to fire 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 and called
the mighty gargoyles against the of darkness...
He pushed Akron the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the deep marshes the black king,
the emerald sword again in his hands, not to move...
they became soon 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!