Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos Without Prophecy

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

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

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

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

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

His will and his word is his
He is waiting for
To put an end to this
Azunda, give power to me

The child of dark has thee
And now destroy, evil thee
Iron grip's sword has gone thee
Now, is mine for all to see

The king's task has been
The has begun for all to see