Gargoyles, Angels Of Darkness Rhapsody

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I. Angeli di Pietra Mistica
(Turilli/Staropoli)

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)
(Turilli)

III. ...And the Legend Ends...
(Turilli/Staropoli)

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, god, my god...
it happened... it happened!

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 againin 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 meant the victory on the evil forces
of abyss...
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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