Tears of a dying angel

Tears of a dying angel
Fuoco, pianto, sangue, cancro
morte nera dentro me
sacra lotta dura cruda
di ideali 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
di ideali senza eta'
quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur
sad dark angel write the poem's evil page
(spoken)
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... 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...
(chorus) 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 crytpts 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
di ideali senza eta'
quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur
My dear elnor, thorald...
the dark angel is now shedding his tears...
fight for your past, fight for your future... elnor, thorald... resist... resist! (echo dies out)