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

[I. Angeli di Pietra

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

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

Another mess of vampires, of sadistic pride
He could not endure cruel games
him who once spared its life
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...!
ANGELI DI MISTICA
D'ANIME FIERI VOLANO

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
Rise now, for his soul

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

[II. Exotic
(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 cosmos
heard the prayer of our mother Gaia, the spirit
who gave us the miracle of life... and her dark son new life...
The power of the dragonflame realized had seemed 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 defenders who faced pain
of of enchanted lands
of whispers of and hate

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
and would mean the great rebirth
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 and valleys, to fire and snow,
to sun, and wisdom 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 mighty gargoyles against the of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
the emerald sword 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 effect and Akron's death meant the victory on the forces of abyss... Once... Forever...
Remember, proud brothers... is possible...
you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!