"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 is he      In prophecy, chaos not bear   In chaos, prophecies begone   The child of dark, hath forseen   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 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