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The quest for Azunda hath drown
The young king, the he brings
With iron sword, chants come forth
The child of is he

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

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

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

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

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

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

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