Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos Without Prophecy

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

The prophecy, not near
In chaos, begone
This child of dark, foreseen
He its own destiny

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

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

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

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

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

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