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The young king, the chaos he bringsWith iron grip's sword, chants come forthThe child of dark is heIn prophecy, chaos is not nearIn chaos, prophecies begoneThe child of dark, hath foreseenHe makes his own destinyThe magic he creates is from his willThe magic of Azunda, he shall receiveIron grip's sword guides his pathTo the place which is no moreThe journey to this place is creationIn this creation, he shall beLiving for himself and his destinyIn his path, lies of the prophecyIn his mind he sees anotherWho wishes to receive, AzundaHe sees light within in he's enemyAnd laughs at the prophecyHis will and his word is his sorceryHe is waiting for theeTo put an end to this prophecyAzunda, give your power to meThe child of dark has found theeAnd now must destroy, evil theeIron Grip's sword has gone through theeNow, Azunda is mine for all to seeThe king's task has been completeThe chaos has begun for all to see
Dimmu Borgir Chaos Without Prophecy