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

[I. Angeli di Pietra

The prophet told of loud thunders the surface of earth
when the black raven would have turned of wonderful spells
He would have a white swan born from the darklands of sin
Neither would Aresius have believed what was now 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 of vampires, masquerade of sadistic pride
He could not endure these games
against him who spared its life
He realized so not too late to be really far his king
far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to call right for him
Rise... fly and steal his soul... angels of stone...

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

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
Rise now, rise for his

Ti invoco o terra... il mio nero...
con fiera lealta' io sincero...
tra anime e caos immenso
a sovrana l'amore piu' intenso... io Dargor a te...

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

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

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

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

And this is then the end
of the legendary
of the one who the light
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 dawn of victory can in the wind
and would mean the great rebirth
reborn, the one giving his life
...the lying 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 rise 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 against the legions of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
the emerald sword again in his hands, not to move...
they became soon for the slimy snakes 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 burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!