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 quaking the of earth
when the black raven would turned victim of wonderful spells
He would have a white swan born from the darklands of sin
Neither Aresius have believed what was now changing in him
Swan... prince of the magic lake... your name...

GARGOYLES, FLY
GARGOYLES,
GARGOYLES, FLY
HIGH...!
DI PIETRA MISTICA
LADRI FIERI VOLANO

Another of vampires, masquerade of sadistic pride
He not endure these cruel games
against him who 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 them for him
Rise... fly high and his soul... angels of stone...

GARGOYLES, FLY
GARGOYLES,
GARGOYLES, FLY
HIGH...!
ANGELI DI MISTICA
LADRI FIERI VOLANO

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, for his soul

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

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

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

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

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

And this is the epic end
of the legendary
of the one who found the
and the dragonflame
of the tragic rain of a thousand
of the town's defenders who faced pain
of symphonies of lands
of of love and hate

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
and this would mean the rebirth
reborn, the one who's 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 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 one let himself fall into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
the emerald sword again in his hands, not to move...
they became soon food for the snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a 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 power of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!