Tears Of A Dying Angel

(álbum: Rain Of A Thousand Flames - 2001)

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...
Necros, dagma, atra, krona...
I hear them...
Necros, dagma, atra, krona...
Necros, dagma, atra, krona...
I hear them...
Necros, dagma, atra, krona...

The abyss will soon spit out thousands of demoniac 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 father 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 controffensive to stop those creatures this will only be a tragic...
A tragic prelude to an announced massacre

Fuoco, pianto, sangue, cancro
Morte nera dentro me
Sacra, lotta, dura, cruda
Diideali senza eta'
Quando corpus morietur
Fac ut animae donetur

My dear Elnor, Thorald... the dark angel is now sheding his tears...
Fight for your past, fight for your future... Elnor, Thorald... resist... resist!