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

[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!