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[I. Angeli di Pietra

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

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

Another mess of vampires, of sadistic pride
He could not these cruel games
against him who once spared its
He realized so not too late to be really far his king
far from his blood thirst, too far to call them 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
now, rise for his soul

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

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

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

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

...the powerful of the furthest secret cosmos
heard the prayer of our mother Gaia, the 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 tale
of the one who found the
and the inside
of the tragic rain of a flames
of the defenders who faced real pain
of symphonies of lands
of of love and hate

The dawn of victory can in the wind
and this would mean the great
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 gargoyles against the legions of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a victim of terrible tortures...
the one let himself fall into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
with the sword again in his hands, not to move...
they became soon food for the slimy 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 in your heart... believe it...
...it's the dragonflame!