Lyrics:

The quest for Azunda hath drown near The young king, the chaos he brings With iron grip's sword, chants come forth The child of dark is he The prophecy, chaos not near In chaos, prophecies begone This child of dark, hath foreseen He makes its own destiny The magic he creates is from his will The magic of Azunda, he shall receive Iron grip's sword guides his path To the place which is no more The journey to this place is creation In this creation, he shall be Living for himself and his destiny In his path, lies of the prophecies In his mind he sees another Who wishes to receive, Azunda He sees light within in he's enemy And laughs at the prophecy His will and his word is his sorcery He is waiting for thee To put an end to this prophecy Azunda, give your power to me The child of dark has found thee And now must destroy, evil thee Iron grip's sword has gone through thee Now, Azunda is mine for all to see The king's task has been complete The chaos has begun for all to see