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[I. Angeli di Pietra

The prophet told of loud thunders quaking the surface of
the black raven would have turned victim of wonderful spells
He would have become a swan born from the darklands of sin
would Aresius have believed what was now changing in him
Swan... prince of the lake... Dargor's your name...

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

Another mess of vampires, masquerade of sadistic
He could not endure these cruel
against him who once its life
He realized so not too late to be really far from his
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...!
ANGELI DI MISTICA
D'ANIME FIERI VOLANO

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
Rise now, for his soul

Ti invoco o terra... il mio nero...
con fiera lealta' io sincero...
tra anime morte e immenso
a Gaia sovrana 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...

...the energies of the furthest secret cosmos
heard the of our mother 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 of a thousand flames
of the town's who faced real pain
of of enchanted lands
of of love and hate

The of victory can breathe in the wind
and would mean the great rebirth
reborn, the one who's giving his
...the lying on the ground
Be one (Be one!) of us (of us!) and
act as all the want...
To and valleys, to fire 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 gargoyles 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 fall into the deep constraining the black king,
with the emerald again in his hands, not to move...
they became soon food for the slimy 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, proud brothers... is possible...
when you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in your heart... it...
...it's the dragonflame!