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