fauxcroft

Grey damp walls

Granite stone and tall,

Bells ringing out

Here the sound of my toll,

To hear it all of you it’s my goal

Come visit my grand hall,

Inside my church of the nephilim

Though practicing nihilism,

A contradiction of our roots

A revolutionary offshoot,

Awakened and conscious

We were the seeds,

Where the one tree of love grew

We were the hands of creation

And we’re not amused,

How mankind’s exploited and abused,

This sacred earth on which our church was formed

Now we are the promise of a new dawn,

And we come to reclaim this earth back

Under your feet feel the earth crack,

And volcanoes spew lava we let out a cry

Nature will never again suffer such genocide,

And as the seas rise and the ever hotter sun hangs in the sky

And tornados rip across humanities lies,

That it’s the power on earth is that which resides

We’ll show you power so you all better hide,

We are the nephilim, the nihilists and we reside in the ancient church

Of the true anarchists,

No politics here, we refute it, religion we resist it’s dogmatic subservience,

We sit and meditate in the observance of truth, love and light,

Standing strong for human and animal rights,

Within the sanctuary of the church of the nephilim and the nihilists

Welcome to the church of the pure anarchists,

In money, war, hate we refuse and desist

To play these games so corrupt and twisted,

In our belief we are persisisting,

We are the nephilim, the nihilists and we reside in the ancient church

Of the true anarchists.