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

[I. Angeli di Mistica]

The told 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 believed what was now changing in him
Swan... of the magic lake... Dargor's your name...

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

Another mess of vampires, of sadistic pride
He could not these cruel 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 them for him
Rise... fly and steal his soul... angels of stone...

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

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, for his soul

Ti invoco o terra... il mio nero...
con fiera io giuro sincero...
tra anime 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 energies of the secret cosmos
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 dragonflame realized what had to be impossible...

And this is the epic end
of the tale
of the one who the light
and the inside
of the tragic of a thousand flames
of the defenders who faced real pain
of of enchanted lands
of of love and hate

The dawn of victory can in the wind
and this would 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 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 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 marshes constraining the black king,
with the emerald again in his hands, not to move...
they became 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, proud brothers... is possible...
when you let the mystic power of the burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!