Tears Of A Dying Angel by Rhapsody
FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE, CANCRO / MORTE
NERA DENTRO ME / SACRA LOTTA DURA CRUDA
DIIDEALI SENZA ETA' / QUANDO CORPUS
MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETUR / SAD DARK
ANGEL WRITE THE POEM'S EVIL PAGE
FUOCO, PIANTO, SANGUE, CANCRO / MORTE
NERA DENTRO ME / SACRA LOTTA DURA CRUDA
DIIDEALI SENZA ETA' / QUANDO CORPUS
MORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETUR / SAD DARK
ANGEL WRITE THE POEM'S EVIL PAGE
Yes, my dear friends, the sun shining on our beloved
lands seems to not be the same anymore... / from
when the magic sword was handled by the black king
Akron none of us... none of us can sleep peacefully...
he's clearly preparing his plans of war to attack the
people of these wonderful valleys... / the ancient
towns of Elnor and Thorald will be surely the first goals
in his ambitious and cruel dream of conquest...
Come mighty warrior... come to help your... your...
Oh god!...oh god... no... / They found it, they found
it... the ancient words are going to be pronounced...
thanks to the cosmic power of the emerald weapon
the book of the dead kept by the dark angel is now
open and the rites of blood are going to begin...
Oh no, god!... oh no... I hear those damned words...
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