Garoyles, Angels Of Darkness: Angeli Di Pietra Mistica/warlords' Last C Lyrics - Power Of The Dragonflame - Rhapsody

[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!