Luyện nghe bài hát Tears Of A Dying Angel

FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE,
SACRA LOTTA DURA DI IDEALI SENZA ETA'
MORTE NERA ME
SAD DARK ANGEL THE POEM'S EVIL PAGE
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FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE,
MORTE NERA ME
CORPUS MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETUR
SACRA LOTTA DURA DI IDEALI SENZA ETA'
SAD DARK ANGEL WRITE THE POEM'S EVIL

Yes, my dear friends, the sun on our beloved
Akron of us... none of us can sleep peacefully...
from when the magic sword was handled by the black
lands to not be the same anymore...
he's clearly his plans of war to attack the
the ancient towns of and Thorald
people of wonderful 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...
thanks to the cosmic power of the emerald
the book of the dead kept by the dark is now
open and the rites of blood are 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 soon spit out thousands of demoniac
creatures and she will be to lead them all...!
Why? Why? The bitch ancient servant of
Kron will be free from the that was trapping her
in the of the ghostland... what the fathers of
my father were to do is going to end...
Oh yes, I it... I knew it!
...the power of the emerald sword in the wrong
I it!
can lead to these results...
...the waves of the oceans soon
and if we organize
become giants our towns...
a valid controffensive to stop
a prelude to an announced... massacre!

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

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