In the Book of Enoch, giants three, Bound by fate and prophecy. First, the Nephilim arose so tall, Born of angels and mankind’s call. With strength and size, they filled the land, Bringing violence by their hand. They taught men ways of wicked might, And darkened day with endless night. The Elioud, their offspring dire, Inheriting sins and fierce desire. They walked the earth in shadows deep, Leaving sorrow where they’d creep. Then Gibborim, the mighty few, Warriors bold, but fierce and true. Not giants quite as tall as those, Yet in their hearts, the chaos grows. These giants three, a cursed line, From angel’s fall to man’s decline. A warning told of bound’ry crossed, Of heavenly gifts and what they cost.
In the Book of Enoch, giants three,
Bound by fate and prophecy.
First, the Nephilim arose so tall,
Born of angels and mankind’s call.
With strength and size, they filled the land,
Bringing violence by their hand.
They taught men ways of wicked might,
And darkened day with endless night.
The Elioud, their offspring dire,
Inheriting sins and fierce desire.
They walked the earth in shadows deep,
Leaving sorrow where they’d creep.
Then Gibborim, the mighty few,
Warriors bold, but fierce and true.
Not giants quite as tall as those,
Yet in their hearts, the chaos grows.
These giants three, a cursed line,
From angel’s fall to man’s decline.
A warning told of bound’ry crossed,
Of heavenly gifts and what they cost.