ترانه:
Mystic Prophecy Dead Moon Rising

me The dead moon rising again over The mountains I pray for relief Out of the darkness I hear The cries of victory The dead moon rising again God hates

of stone... GARGOYLES, FLY GARGOYLES, RISE GARGOYLES, FLY HIGH...! ANGELI DI PIETRA MISTICA LADRI D'ANIME FIERI VOLANO Gargoyles, oh my brother gargoyles Rise now, rise