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

[I. Angeli di Mistica]

The prophet told of loud thunders the surface of earth
when the black raven would turned victim of wonderful spells
He have 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 MISTICA
D'ANIME FIERI VOLANO

Another of vampires, masquerade of sadistic pride
He could not these cruel games
against him who once its life
He realized so not too to be really far from his king
far his infinite 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...!
DI PIETRA MISTICA
LADRI FIERI VOLANO

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, rise for his

Ti o terra... colora il mio nero...
con fiera lealta' io sincero...
tra morte e caos immenso
a sovrana l'amore 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
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 dragonflame realized had seemed to be impossible...

And this is then the end
of the tale
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 of love and hate

The dawn of victory can in the wind
and this would mean the great
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 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 gargoyles against the legions of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall the deep marshes constraining the black king,
with the sword again in his hands, not to move...
they became soon 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 mystic power of the dragonflame burn in your heart... it...
...it's the dragonflame!