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

[I. Angeli di Mistica]

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

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

Another mess of vampires, masquerade of pride
He could not endure cruel 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 and steal his soul... angels of stone...

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

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, rise for his

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

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

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

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

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

And this is the epic end
of the legendary
of the one who the light
and the dragonflame
of the tragic of a thousand flames
of the town's defenders who faced real
of symphonies of lands
of whispers of love and

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
and this mean the great rebirth
reborn, the one who's giving his
...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 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 gargoyles against the legions of darkness...
He pushed 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 sword again in his hands, not to move...
they became food for the slimy snakes of the abyss...
But this had a terrific and great effect and Akron's death meant the victory on the evil forces of abyss... Once... Forever...
Remember, proud brothers... is possible...
when you let the mystic of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!