Tears of a Dying Angel

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[Intro: Fabio Lione] Fuoco, pianto, sangue, cancro Morte nera dentro me Sacra lotta dura cruda Di ideali senza et� Quando corpus morie-etur 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 Di ideali senza et� Quando corpus morie-etur Fac ut animae donetur Sad Dark Angel write the Poem's Evil Page [Spoken Interlude: Aresius] 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, to yo-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 Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona (Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona) I hear them (Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona) I hear them Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona The abyss will soon spit out thousands of demonic creatures And she will be back to lead them all Why, why? The godforsaken bitch, ancient servant of Kron Will be free from the spell that was trapping her in the crypts of the Ghostland What the fathers of my fathers were able to do Is going to end Oh yes, I knew it, I knew it The power of the Emerald Sword in the wrong hands Can lead to these tragic results I knew it The waves of the oceans Will soon become giants attacking our towns And if we don't organize a valid counteroffensive to stop those creatures This will only be a tragic, a tragic prelude to an announced massacre [Refrain] Fuoco (Fuoco) Pianto (Pianto) Sangue (Sangue) Cancro (Cancro) Morte nera dentro me Sacra (Sacra) Lotta (Lotta) Dura (Dura) Cruda (Cruda) Di ideali senza et� Quando corpus morie-etur Fac ut animae donetur [Spoken Outro: Aresius] My dear Elnor, Thorald The Dark Angel is now shedding his tears Fight for your past Fight for your future Elnor, Thorald Resist, resist