Rhapsody - Tears Of A Dying Angel - Sözleri

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SAD DARK ANGEL WRITE THE POEM'S EVIL PAGE

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SAD DARK ANGEL WRITE THE POEM'S EVIL PAGE 



Yes, my dear friends, the sun shining on our beloved

Akron none of us... none of us can sleep peacefully...

from when the magic sword was handled by the black king

lands seems to not be the same anymore...

he's clearly preparing his plans of war to attack the

the ancient towns of Elnor and Thorald

people of these wonderful valleys...

will be surely the first goals

in his ambitious and cruel dream of conquest...

Come mighty warrior... come to help your... your...



the ancient words are going to be pronounced... 

Oh god!...oh god... no...

They found it, they found it...

thanks to the cosmic power of the emerald weapon 

the book of the dead kept by the dark angel is now 

open and the rites of blood are going to begin... 

Oh no, god!... oh no... I hear those damned words... 

I hear them... Necros, 

Dagma, Atra, Krona 

Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona...

Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona...

I hear them... Necros, 

Dagma, Atra, Krona... 



The abyss will soon spit out thousands of demoniac

creatures and she will be back to lead them all...!

Why? Why? The godforsaken bitch ancient servant of

Kron will be free from the spell that was trapping her

in the crytpts of the ghostland... what the fathers of

my father were able to do is going to end...

Oh yes, I knew it... I knew it!

...the power of the emerald sword in the wrong hands

I knew it!

can lead to these tragic results...

...the waves of the oceans will soon

and if we don't organize

become giants attacking our towns...

a valid controffensive to stop those

a tragic prelude to an announced... massacre!



creatures this will only be a tragic...

FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE, CANCRO

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My dear Elnor, Thorald... the dark angel is now

sheding his tears...

...fight for your past, fight for

your future... Elnor, Thorald... resist... resist!



														   

														   



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