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

[I. di Pietra Mistica]

The prophet told of loud thunders the surface of earth
when the black raven would have turned victim of wonderful
He would have a white swan born from the darklands of sin
would Aresius have believed what was now changing in him
Swan... of the magic lake... Dargor's your name...

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

mess of vampires, masquerade of sadistic pride
He could not endure cruel games
against him who once its life
He so not too late to be really far from his king
far his infinite blood thirst, too far to call them right for him
Rise... fly high and steal his soul... of stone...

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

Gargoyles, oh my gargoyles
now, rise for his soul

Ti o terra... colora il mio nero...
con fiera io giuro sincero...
tra anime morte e immenso
a Gaia sovrana l'amore piu' intenso... io a te...

[II. Interlude]
(instrumental)

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

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

...the powerful energies of the furthest secret
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 realized what had seemed to be impossible...

And is then the epic end
of the legendary
of the one who the light
and the inside
of the rain of a thousand flames
of the town's defenders who faced pain
of symphonies of enchanted
of whispers of and hate

The dawn of victory can breathe in the
and this would mean the rebirth
reborn, the one who's giving his
...the towns 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 wisdom rise 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 gargoyles the legions of darkness...
He pushed Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a victim of terrible tortures...
the chosen one let himself into the deep marshes constraining the black king,
with the sword again in his hands, not to move...
they became food for the slimy snakes of the abyss...
But this sacrifice had a terrific and effect and Akron's death 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!