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 the surface of earth
the black raven would have turned victim of wonderful spells
He would become a white swan born from the darklands of sin
Neither would Aresius have believed what was now in him
Swan... prince of the magic lake... your name...

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

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

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

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, for his soul

Ti o terra... colora il mio nero...
con lealta' io giuro sincero...
tra anime morte e caos
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 cosmos
heard the prayer of our Gaia, the supreme spirit
who gave us the of life... and her dark son breathed new life...
The power of the dragonflame what had seemed to be impossible...

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

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
and this would the great rebirth
reborn, the one who's his life
...the towns 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 mortally struck the queen of the and called
the mighty 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 the deep marshes constraining the black king,
with the sword again 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 victory on the evil of abyss... Once... Forever...
Remember, brothers... everything is possible...
when you let the power of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!