[Part I : Angeli de 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 is 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.
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.
Gargoyles, oh my brother gargoyles.
Rise now, rise for his soul..
Gargoyles, fly.
Gargoyles, rise.
Gargoyles, fly, high
Angeli di pietra mistica.
Ladri d’anime fieri volano.
Angeli di pietra mistica.
Ladri d’anime fieri volano.
Gargoyles, oh my brother gargoyles.
Rise now, rise for his soul..
[Part II : Exotic Interlude]
[Instrumental]
[Part III : …And the Legend Ends…]
“Dargor, do it. it must be done.
free your rage and light your soul.
It’s, It’s Gaia’s call..!”
“The powerful energies of the
furthest secret cosmos heard.
so 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 was realizing
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 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?
Angeli di pietra mistica.
Ladri d’anime fieri volano.
“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 again in his hands, not to move.
they became food for the 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!”
[Part IV : In Tenebris]
Tenebra, tenebra, domina!
Tenebra, tenebra, danna me!
Let me see his face
Furia cieca, caos in me, Demoni
lead me to your horned beast named king
I will call my fire, air, earth,
the oceans’ waters. to stop inferno’s breath!
Tenebra, tenebra, domina!
Tenebra, tenebra, danna me!
Tenebra, libera me!