Luyện nghe bài hát Tears Of A Dying Angel

FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE,
SACRA LOTTA DURA CRUDA DI IDEALI ETA'
MORTE DENTRO ME
SAD DARK WRITE THE POEM'S EVIL PAGE
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FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE,
NERA DENTRO ME
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SACRA LOTTA DURA CRUDA DI SENZA ETA'
SAD DARK ANGEL WRITE THE POEM'S PAGE

Yes, my dear friends, the sun shining on our
Akron of us... none of us can sleep peacefully...
from when the magic sword was handled by the black
lands seems to not be the anymore...
clearly preparing his plans of war to attack the
the ancient towns of and Thorald
people of these valleys...
be surely the first goals
in his ambitious and cruel of conquest...
Come mighty warrior... to help your... your...

the ancient are going to be pronounced...
Oh god!...oh god... no...
They it, they found it...
to the cosmic power of the emerald weapon
the of the dead kept by the dark angel is now
and the rites of blood are going to begin...
Oh no, god!... oh no... I those damned words...
I them... Necros,
Dagma, Atra,
Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona...
Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona...
I them... Necros,
Dagma, Atra, Krona...

The abyss will soon spit out thousands of
creatures and she will be back to them all...!
Why? The godforsaken bitch ancient servant of
Kron will be free from the spell was trapping her
in the crytpts of the ghostland... what the of
my father able to do is going to end...
Oh yes, I it... I knew it!
...the of the emerald sword in the wrong hands
I it!
can lead to tragic results...
...the waves of the oceans will
and if we organize
become attacking our towns...
a valid controffensive to those
a tragic to an announced... massacre!

creatures will only be a tragic...
FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE,
MORTE DENTRO ME
SACRA LOTTA CRUDA DI IDEALI SENZA ETA'

QUANDO CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE
My Elnor, Thorald... the dark angel is now
his tears...
...fight for your past, for
future... Elnor, Thorald... resist... resist!