(Verse 1)

From the primal surge of chaos, a new race takes place to follow suit,

A volatile fusion of the sacred payoffs, bearing paradoxical fruit.

Their genesis, a violation, a cosmic, carnal sin,

A potent, throbbing genesis where sick god-blood mingled in.

(Chorus)

Their intellect, a razor's edge, slicing through unjustful lies,

Yet driven by the lustful echoes in their hybrid eyes.

The seraph's fire, the mortal coil, a torment and a thrill,

Now echoes of their rutting cries boil to haunt every barren hill.

Their knowledge probed breaching deepest voids, are the secrets of the flesh,

They charted pleasure's labyrinths ploys, as the body's binding mesh.

They mastered laws of physics to toy, yet succumbed to raw desire,

Their towering forms employ entangled in their self-consuming fire.

(Verse 2)

For wisdom, course divorced from restraint's steady hand,

A tool for base indulgence to invoke the tri-force, ascending nephilim man.

Their power, meant for dominion, fueled a hedonistic reign,

A luster of sounds and sending moans of pending annihilation, a pleasure laced with pain.

(Verse 3)

But true fulfillment withers when the spirit is debased,

And hollow pleasure bewithered leaves a hole that cannot be erased.

They sought release in carnal embrasive acts, a temporary tactical fact,

Ignoring the slow erosion of their invasive divine lease.

And in that rampant piece of degradation, the abominations began retract,

Leaving behind a legacy of bodies in relation tainted n betrayed,

souls consumed by appetite, a demigods lush desire of infatuation hunger relayed,

A testament to lust without grounds, the wages taxed by G almighty himself overpaid

(Chorus)

Their intellect, a razor's edge, slicing through unjustful lies,

Yet driven by the lustful echoes in their hybrid eyes.

The seraph's fire, the mortal coil, a torment and a thrill,

Now echoes of their rutting cries boil to haunt every barren hill.

Their knowledge probed breaching deepest voids, are the secrets of the flesh,

They charted pleasure's labyrinths ploys, as the body's binding mesh.

They mastered laws of physics to toy, yet succumbed to raw desire,

Their towering forms employ entangled in their self-consuming fire.

(Verse 4)

For wisdom, course divorced from restraint's steady hand,

A tool for base indulgence to invoke the tri-force, ascending nephilim man.

Their power, meant for dominion, fueled a hedonistic reign,

A luster of sounds and sending moans of pending annihilation, a pleasure laced with pain.

(Verse 5)

The earth still bears the nostalgic torn imprint of their orgiastic way,

A stain of sortilege based blood worn upon the ancient throne time cant wash away.

The lashing of their final drawn throes, gurgling fading sounds.

The nephilim now gone, dead and overthrown, slaughtered in the masses in resound.

(Chorus)