Son of a Nirvanian Queen

The seed of Azalia is upon me The heritage of mother is mine This is the start of my resolution To take these heretics and control the denial Stir the mortifications of life For my wretched body can’t be destroyed Burn the angelic natures they seek Purge the wombs of creation Bringing forth the bleakest times For I will be intangible I, a warrior of blood-lust Consuming the flesh of gods You will not give me the out-most of disgrace The world is my amusement Build my kingdoms, worthy of the true monarch