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[I. Angeli di Pietra

The prophet told of loud thunders quaking the of earth
when the black would have turned victim of wonderful spells
He would have become a white born from the darklands of sin
Neither would Aresius have believed was now changing in him
Swan... prince of the lake... Dargor's your name...

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

Another mess of vampires, of sadistic pride
He not endure these cruel games
him who once spared its life
He realized so not too late to be far from his king
far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to call right for him
Rise... fly high and his soul... angels of stone...

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

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
now, rise for his soul

Ti invoco o terra... il mio nero...
con lealta' io giuro sincero...
tra anime 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 your rage and light soul...
It's call...

...the powerful of the furthest secret cosmos
the prayer of our mother Gaia, the supreme spirit
who gave us the miracle of life... and her son breathed new life...
The power of the realized what had seemed to be impossible...

And this is the epic end
of the legendary
of the one who the light
and the inside
of the tragic rain of a thousand
of the defenders who faced real pain
of symphonies of lands
of of love and hate

The dawn of victory can breathe in the
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 wisdom 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 the legions of darkness...
He pushed into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself fall into the deep 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 sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and Akron's death meant the victory on the evil forces of abyss... Once... Forever...
Remember, proud brothers... is possible...
when you let the mystic power of the burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!