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

[I. Angeli di Mistica]

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

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

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

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

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, rise for his

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

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

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

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

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

And is then the epic end
of the tale
of the one who found the
and the inside
of the tragic rain of a flames
of the town's who faced real pain
of of enchanted lands
of whispers of 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 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 no, oh God, oh God no...
is happening...?

Oh God, my God...
It is happening...

Dargor mortally the queen of the dead and called
the mighty gargoyles the legions of darkness...
He Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the deep constraining the black king,
the emerald sword again in his hands, not to move...
they became soon food for the snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and Akron's death meant the victory on the evil of abyss... Once... Forever...
Remember, brothers... everything is possible...
when you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!