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 of earth
when the black raven would have turned victim of wonderful
He would become a white swan born from the darklands of sin
Neither would Aresius have believed what was now in him
Swan... of the magic 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 these cruel games
against him who spared its life
He realized so not too late to be really far from his
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...!
DI PIETRA MISTICA
LADRI D'ANIME FIERI

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
Rise now, for his soul

Ti invoco o terra... il mio nero...
con lealta' io giuro sincero...
tra morte e caos immenso
a Gaia sovrana l'amore 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 of our mother Gaia, the supreme spirit
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 then the end
of the legendary
of the one who the light
and the dragonflame
of the tragic rain of a thousand
of the town's defenders who real pain
of symphonies of lands
of whispers of love and

The dawn of victory can breathe in the
and would mean 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, and wisdom rise 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 victim of 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 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, proud brothers... is possible...
when you let the mystic of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!