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

[I. di Pietra Mistica]

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

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

Another mess of vampires, masquerade of pride
He could not endure these 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 right for him
Rise... fly high and steal his soul... 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 o terra... colora il mio nero...
con fiera lealta' io sincero...
tra anime morte e immenso
a sovrana 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...
It's call...

...the powerful energies of the furthest secret
the prayer of our mother Gaia, the supreme spirit
who gave us the 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 tragic rain of a thousand
of the defenders who faced real pain
of symphonies of lands
of whispers of and hate

The of victory can breathe in the wind
and this would the great rebirth
reborn, the one giving his life
...the lying on the ground
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 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 dead and
the mighty 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 into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
the emerald sword again in his hands, not to move...
they soon 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 mystic of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!