PRODUCT OF ONE NIGHTSTAND

Seed of an harlot,

trampling on their soil

Like a begotten son.

Son calved out of wedlock,

Bragging like a royal son,

He demands laurels 

from seed of the land.

Result of adultery,

Walking around their land

Like result of fidelity.

When he was sent out of the land

Of his adulterous father,

He gathered worthless men,

That were rejected like forbidden fruits.

They went to the wilderness,

Training in ocean of heating soil,

Day and night, seeking for strength.

When war was walking,

To land of begotten seeds,

like worm, they are nerveless,

They seek help from seed of an harlot.

Rejected stones are now holding

Pillars of the mighty tower;

Rejected seed are now bringing 

Bountiful fruits to the barren land.

Product of one nightstand,

Working wonders like a wondrous

Warlord — At the first, they were dung to

The begotten seeds but now a Rex.