Rhapsody - Garoyles, Angels Of Darkness: Angeli Di Pietra Mistica/warlords' Last C - Sözleri

[I. Angeli di Pietra Mistica]



The prophet told of loud thunders quaking the surface of earth

when the black raven would have turned victim of wonderful spells

He would have become a white swan born from the darklands of sin

Neither would Aresius have believed what was now changing in him

Swan... prince of the magic lake... Dargor's your name...



GARGOYLES, FLY

GARGOYLES, RISE

GARGOYLES, FLY

HIGH...!

ANGELI DI PIETRA MISTICA

LADRI D'ANIME FIERI VOLANO



Another mess of vampires, masquerade of sadistic pride

He could not endure these cruel games

against him who once spared its life

He realized so not too late to be really far from his king

far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to call them right for him

Rise... fly high and steal his soul... angels of stone...



GARGOYLES, FLY

GARGOYLES, RISE

GARGOYLES, FLY

HIGH...!

ANGELI DI PIETRA MISTICA

LADRI D'ANIME FIERI VOLANO



Gargoyles, oh my brother gargoyles

Rise now, rise for his soul



Ti invoco o terra... colora il mio nero...

con fiera lealta' io giuro sincero...

tra anime morte e caos immenso

a Gaia sovrana l'amore piu' intenso... io Dargor a te...



[II. Exotic Interlude]

(instrumental)



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



Dargor, do it... it must be done...

free your rage and light your soul...

It's Gaia's call...



...the powerful energies of the furthest secret cosmos

heard the prayer of our mother Gaia, the supreme spirit

who gave us the miracle of life... and her dark son breathed new life...

The power of the dragonflame realized what had seemed to be impossible...



And this is then the epic end

of the legendary tale

of the one who found the light

and the dragonflame inside

of the tragic rain of a thousand flames

of the town's defenders who faced real pain

of symphonies of enchanted lands

of whispers of love and hate



The dawn of victory can breathe in the wind

and this would mean the great rebirth

reborn, the one who's giving his life

...the towns lying on the ground

Be one (Be one!) of us (of us!) and

act as all the prophecies want...

To mountains and valleys, to fire and snow,

to sun, moon and wisdom rise your soul...

it's the call...!



Oh no, oh God, oh God no...

What is happening...?



Oh God, my God...

It is happening...



Dargor mortally struck the queen of the dead and called

the mighty gargoyles against the legions of darkness...

He pushed Akron into the hands of the nordic warrior, now a dying victim of terrible tortures...

the chosen one let himself fall into the deep marshes constraining the black king,

with the emerald sword again in his hands, not to move...

they became soon food for the slimy snakes of the abyss...

But this sacrifice had a terrific and great effect and Akron's death meant the victory on the evil forces of abyss... Once... Forever...

Remember, proud brothers... everything is possible...

when you let the mystic power of the dragonflame burn in your heart... believe it...

...it's the dragonflame!








		
			



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