Tears Of A Dying Angel

FUOCO, PIANTO,SANGUE, CANCRO / MORTENERA DENTRO ME / SACRA LOTTA DURA CRUDADIIDEALI SENZA ETA' / QUANDO CORPUSMORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETUR / SAD DARKANGEL WRITE THE POEM'S EVIL PAGEFUOCO, PIANTO,SANGUE, CANCRO / MORTENERA DENTRO ME / SACRA LOTTA DURA CRUDADIIDEALI SENZA ETA' / QUANDO CORPUSMORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETUR / SAD DARKANGEL WRITE THE POEM'S EVIL PAGEYes, my dear friends, the sun shining on our belovedlands seems to not be the same anymore... / fromwhen the magic sword was handled by the black kingAkron none of us... none of us can sleep peacefully...he's clearly preparing his plans of war to attack thepeople of these wonderful valleys... / the ancienttowns of Elnor and Thorald will be surely the first goalsin his ambitious and cruel dream of conquest...Come mighty warrior... come to help your... your...Oh god!...oh god... no... / They found it, they foundit... the ancient words are going to be pronounced...thanks to the cosmic power of the emerald weaponthe book of the dead kept by the dark angel is nowopen 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, KronaNecros, Dagma, Atra, Krona... / I hear them... Necros,Dagma, Atra, Krona...The abyss will soon spit out thousands of demoniaccreatures and she will be back to lead them all...!Why? Why? The godforsaken bitch ancient servant ofKron will be free from the spell that was trapping herin the crytpts of the ghostland... what the fathers ofmy father were able to do is going to end... / Oh yes,I knew it... I knew it! / ...the power of the emeraldsword in the wrong hands can lead to these tragic results...I knew it! / ...the waves of the oceans will soonbecome giants attacking our towns... and if wedon't organize / a valid controffensive to stop thosecreatures this will only be a tragic... / a tragic preludeto an announced... massacre!FUOCO, PIANTO,SANGUE, CANCRO / MORTENERA DENTRO ME / SACRA LOTTA DURA CRUDADIIDEALI SENZA ETA' / QUANDO CORPUSMORIETUR FAC UT ANIMAE DONETURMy dear Elnor, Thorald... the dark angel is nowsheding his tears... / ...fight for your past, fight foryour future... Elnor, Thorald... resist... resist