Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos Without Prophecy

The quest for Azunda hath near
The young king, the chaos he
With iron grip's sword, chants come
The of dark is he

The prophecy, chaos not
In chaos, begone
child of dark, hath foreseen
He makes its own

The magic he creates is from his
The of Azunda, he shall receive
Iron grip's sword guides his
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 mind he sees
Who to receive, Azunda
He sees light within in enemy
And at the prophecy

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

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

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