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[I. Angeli di Pietra

The told of loud thunders quaking 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 what was now changing in him
Swan... of the magic lake... Dargor's your name...

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

Another mess of vampires, masquerade of pride
He could not endure these games
against him who once spared its
He realized so not too late to be really far his king
far from his infinite 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 FIERI

Gargoyles, oh my brother
now, rise for his soul

Ti invoco o terra... il mio nero...
con fiera lealta' io sincero...
tra morte e caos immenso
a Gaia sovrana l'amore piu' intenso... io 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 secret
the prayer of our mother Gaia, the supreme spirit
who gave us the of life... and her dark son breathed new life...
The of the dragonflame realized what had seemed to be impossible...

And is then the epic end
of the legendary
of the one who found the
and the inside
of the tragic of a thousand flames
of the town's defenders who faced real
of of enchanted lands
of whispers of love and

The of victory can breathe in the wind
and this mean the great rebirth
reborn, the one who's his life
...the lying 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 rise your 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 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 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 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 your heart... it...
...it's the dragonflame!