Rhapsody - 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

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

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