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

[I. di Pietra Mistica]

The prophet told of loud quaking the surface of earth
when the black raven would turned victim of wonderful spells
He would have become a white swan from the darklands of sin
Neither would Aresius have what was now changing in him
Swan... prince of the magic lake... Dargor's name...

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

Another mess of vampires, masquerade of sadistic
He could not these cruel games
him who once spared its life
He realized so not too late to be really far from his
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 VOLANO

Gargoyles, oh my brother
Rise now, rise for his

Ti o terra... colora il mio nero...
con fiera io giuro sincero...
tra morte e caos immenso
a sovrana 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...
Gaia's call...

...the energies of the furthest secret cosmos
heard the prayer of our mother Gaia, the 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 the epic end
of the legendary
of the one who found the
and the inside
of the tragic rain of a thousand
of the town's defenders who faced pain
of symphonies of enchanted
of whispers of love and

The dawn of can breathe in the wind
and this would the great rebirth
reborn, the one who's giving his
...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 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 against the legions of darkness...
He Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let fall into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
with the emerald sword in his hands, not to move...
they became 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, proud brothers... is possible...
when you let the mystic of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!