Hearts of the Nephilim.
Hear the beat, feel the rhythm.
Our fated coarse.
A route to take,
No longer will we wait.
Eyes filled with hate spin.
Break the mould, cheat to win.
Ignorant and damned.
Fight the horde,
Push existence to the end.
Stars shining while perversion does rise.
Mount defence, unleash battle cries.
We are the Nephilim.
This is our pulse, always kicking.
No avoiding our wrath.
Run if you wish,
You’ll still get a slash.
Power beyond true measure.
Blame us for pain when we seek pleasure.
Rising still from ash.
Taste conviction,
Expect it all to crash.
Stars shining while perversion does rise.
Mount defence, unleash battle cries.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 