[I. Angeli di Pietra
The told of loud thunders quaking the surface of earth when the black raven would have turned victim of spells He would have become a white swan born from the of sin Neither would Aresius believed what was now changing in him Swan... of the magic lake... Dargor's your name...
GARGOYLES, FLY GARGOYLES, GARGOYLES, FLY HIGH...! ANGELI DI PIETRA D'ANIME FIERI VOLANO
Another of vampires, masquerade 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 his king far from his blood thirst, too far to call them right for him Rise... fly high and his soul... angels of stone...
GARGOYLES, FLY GARGOYLES, GARGOYLES, FLY HIGH...! ANGELI DI MISTICA LADRI D'ANIME FIERI
Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles Rise now, rise for his
Ti invoco o terra... il mio nero... con fiera lealta' io sincero... tra morte e caos immenso a Gaia 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 secret heard the prayer of our mother Gaia, the spirit who us the miracle of life... and her dark son breathed new life... The power of the realized what had seemed to be impossible...
And is then the epic end of the legendary of the one who found the and the dragonflame of the tragic of a thousand flames of the town's defenders who real pain of symphonies of enchanted of whispers of and hate
The of victory 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 mountains and valleys, to and snow, to sun, moon and wisdom your 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 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 emerald sword in his hands, not to move... they became soon food for the slimy of the abyss... But this sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and Akron's death meant the on the evil forces of abyss... Once... Forever... Remember, brothers... everything is possible... when you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in heart... believe it... ...it's the dragonflame!