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

[I. Angeli di Mistica]

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

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

Another mess of vampires, of sadistic pride
He could not endure cruel games
against him who spared its life
He realized so not too to be really far from 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 PIETRA
LADRI D'ANIME VOLANO

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
Rise now, for his soul

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

[II. Exotic
(instrumental)

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

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

...the powerful energies of the furthest cosmos
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 rain of a flames
of the defenders who faced real pain
of symphonies of lands
of whispers of love and

The of victory 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 and valleys, to fire 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 dead and
the mighty gargoyles the legions of darkness...
He pushed Akron the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the one let himself fall into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
with the emerald sword in his hands, not to move...
became soon food for the slimy snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a terrific and great 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 dragonflame burn in heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!