Chaos Without Prophecy

The quest for Azunda hath drawn near

The young king, the chaos he brings

With iron grip's sword, chants come forth

The child of dark he is

In prophecy, chaos not near

In chaos, prophecies began

This child of dark, hath foreseen

He makes his own destiny

The magic he creates is from his will

The magic of Azunda, he shall receive

Iron grip's sword guides his path

To the place which is no more

The journey to this place is creation

In this creation, he shall be

Living for himself and his destiny

In his path, lies of the prophecies

In his mind he sees another

Who wishes to receive, Azunda

He sees light within in his enemy

And laughs at the prophecy

His will and his word is his sorcery

He is waiting for thee

To put an end to this prophecy

Azunda, give your power to me

The child of dark has found thee

And now must destroy, evil thee

Iron Grip's sword has gone through thee

Now, Azunda is mine for all to see

The king's task has been complete

The chaos has begun for all to see