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

[I. Angeli di Pietra

The prophet told of loud thunders the surface of earth
when the black raven would turned victim of wonderful spells
He would have become a swan born from the darklands of sin
Neither would have believed what was now changing in him
Swan... prince of the 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 endure these games
against him who spared 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 and steal his soul... angels of stone...

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

Gargoyles, oh my brother
now, rise for his soul

Ti invoco o terra... il mio nero...
con fiera lealta' io 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...
It's call...

...the powerful of the furthest secret cosmos
the prayer of our mother Gaia, the supreme spirit
who gave us the miracle of life... and her dark son new life...
The power of the realized what had seemed to be impossible...

And this is then the end
of the legendary
of the one who found the
and the inside
of the tragic rain of a thousand
of the town's defenders who real pain
of symphonies of lands
of whispers of and hate

The dawn of victory can in the wind
and this would 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, moon and wisdom 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 hands of the nordic warrior, now a victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the marshes constraining the black king,
with the emerald sword in his hands, not to move...
they became soon food for the snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and Akron's death the victory on the evil forces of abyss... Once... Forever...
Remember, brothers... everything is possible...
when you let the mystic power of the burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!