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. Warlord' Last Challenge
(instrumental)
III. ...And the Legend Ends...
Dargor, do it... it must be done...
free your rage and light your soul...
It's Gaia' call...
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.
