Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos Without Prophecy

The quest for hath drown near
The king, the chaos he brings
With grip's sword, chants come forth
The of dark is he

The prophecy, chaos not
In chaos, prophecies
child of dark, hath foreseen
He its own destiny

The magic he is from his will
The of Azunda, he shall receive
grip's sword guides his path
To the place is no more

The to this place is creation
In creation, he shall be
Living for and his destiny
In his path, lies of the

In his he sees another
Who wishes to receive,
He sees light in he's enemy
And laughs at the

His and his word is his sorcery
He is waiting for
To put an end to prophecy
Azunda, give your to me

The of dark has found thee
And now destroy, evil thee
Iron sword has gone through thee
Now, Azunda is for all to see

The king's task has complete
The chaos has for all to see