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

[I. di Pietra Mistica]

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

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

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

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

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
now, rise for his soul

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

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

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

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

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

And is then the epic end
of the tale
of the one who found the
and the dragonflame
of the tragic of a thousand flames
of the town's defenders who faced pain
of of enchanted lands
of whispers of love and

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
and this would mean the rebirth
reborn, the one who's his life
...the towns 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 wisdom your soul...
the call...!

Oh no, oh God, oh God no...
is happening...?

Oh God, my God...
It is happening...

Dargor mortally the queen of the dead and called
the mighty gargoyles against the of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the deep marshes 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 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!