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[I. Angeli di Pietra

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

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

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

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

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, rise for his

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

[II. Exotic
(instrumental)

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

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

...the powerful energies of the furthest cosmos
heard the of our mother Gaia, the supreme spirit
who us the miracle of life... and her dark son breathed 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 the light
and the inside
of the rain of a thousand flames
of the town's who faced real pain
of of enchanted lands
of whispers of and hate

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
and this would mean the great
reborn, the one giving his life
...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 rise your soul...
the call...!

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

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

Dargor mortally struck the queen of the dead and
the gargoyles against the legions of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the hands of the warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the deep marshes constraining the king,
with the sword again in his hands, not to move...
became soon food for the slimy snakes of the abyss...
But sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and Akron's 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 burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!