[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

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!

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
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!