Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos Without Prophecy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The task has been complete
The chaos has for all to see