Luyện nghe bài hát Chaos Without Prophecy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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