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

The prophecy, not near
In chaos, prophecies
This child of dark, foreseen
He makes its own

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

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

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

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

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

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