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

[I. Angeli di Mistica]

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

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

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

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

Gargoyles, oh my brother
now, rise for his soul

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

[II. Exotic
(instrumental)

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

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

...the powerful energies of the secret cosmos
heard the prayer of our mother Gaia, the spirit
who us the miracle of life... and her dark 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 dragonflame
of the rain of a thousand flames
of the town's defenders who real pain
of of enchanted lands
of of love and hate

The of victory can breathe in the wind
and this would mean the great
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 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 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 fall into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
with the emerald sword 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, brothers... everything is possible...
when you let the power of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!