Revival of the Nephilim

When fallen angels came roaring down,

Darkness formed the company of Nephilim,

In renowned legend, armed with more legion

Godless tinctures fleece hapless Canaan town.

The grim left breath in the ground, wild and wet,

Through Pitch-black gate, giant beings embark.

Deluge of demons rising from the dark, deep pit

Roaming around, trying hard to find the Ark,

Dappled with flu, attack the faithful few,

What would the ancient world be like?

Once bereft, now, strength of nobility drew

Windpuff deeds out of what history left.

In the pool, that groans with banshee froth

Fortunes loom to our detrimental doom,

Which craft hides the most fear in the cloth?

That covers the sea in secret phenomenon.  

Salem sail on Siren, over the deep waters

Basham shadows frowning, despair of drowning

In baptism of fire for atonement of martyrs,

We at ease, see surprise revival of the Nephilim.

Let the disembodied imps that were chained

In the wicked wilderness, phantoms burn in urns,

Nymphs and Nixies witches that religion claimed

Will descend again, in latter times, reigning flames.