Chaos Without Prophecy - Dimmu Borgir

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