Interpret:

Dimmu Borgir

Album:

Godless Savage Garden

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