The quest for Azunda hath drawn near
  The young king, the chaos he brings
  With iron grip's sword, chants come forth
  The child of dark he is
  
  In prophecy, chaos not near
  In chaos, prophecies began
  This child of dark, hath foreseen
  He makes his 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 his 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