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[I. Angeli di Pietra

The prophet told of loud thunders quaking the surface of
when the black raven would have turned victim of wonderful
He would have become a swan born from the darklands of sin
would Aresius have believed what was now changing in him
Swan... of the magic lake... Dargor's your name...

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

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

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

Gargoyles, oh my brother
now, rise for his soul

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

[II. Exotic
(instrumental)

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

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

...the energies of the furthest secret cosmos
heard the of our mother Gaia, the supreme 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 the epic end
of the legendary
of the one who found the
and the inside
of the tragic rain of a flames
of the town's who faced real pain
of symphonies of lands
of whispers of and hate

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
and this 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, moon and wisdom rise 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 the legions of darkness...
He Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself into the deep 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 meant the on the evil forces of abyss... Once... Forever...
Remember, brothers... everything is possible...
when you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!