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 turned victim of spells
He would have become a white 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 VOLANO

Another mess of vampires, of sadistic pride
He could not endure cruel games
against him who spared its life
He so not too late to be really far from his king
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
LADRI D'ANIME FIERI

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, for his soul

Ti o terra... colora il mio nero...
con fiera lealta' io sincero...
tra anime morte e caos
a sovrana 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 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 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 tale
of the one who found the
and the dragonflame
of the tragic rain of a flames
of the town's who faced real pain
of symphonies of enchanted
of whispers of love and

The dawn of can breathe 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 struck the queen of the dead and called
the gargoyles against 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 marshes 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 effect and death meant the victory on the evil forces of abyss... Once... Forever...
Remember, proud brothers... is possible...
when you let the mystic of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!