Enoch’s Ascent

In days of old when earth was young and pure,
Two hundred watchers left their heavenly throne,
They saw the daughters fair and swore their oath,
Descended bold to claim what was not their own.

Enoch the scribe, the seventh from Adam’s line,
Walked with the Lord and heard the earth’s loud cry,
He rose alive through gates of fire and light,
To plead for mercy where the fallen lie.

Fallen watchers weep in chains of stone,
Nephilim giants shake the ancient throne,
Enoch ascends where secrets are unfurled,
God’s judgment comes to cleanse a broken world.

To cleanse a broken world.

They taught mankind the blade, the spell, the star,
Painted the flesh and forged the tools of war,
Violence bloomed till blood soaked every shore,
The pure grew dark and heaven closed its door.

Fallen watchers bound in pits below,
Nephilim crumble as the waters grow,
Enoch beholds the scrolls of end and birth,
God’s judgment comes to wash away the earth.

To wash away the earth.

The ark is built, the faithful few are spared,
The flood rolls in like thunder from on high,
Enoch returns with visions bright and bare,
Of final days when every soul draws nigh.

Fallen watchers sealed in endless night,
Nephilim echoes fade into the light,
Enoch ascends where mercy meets the flame,
God’s judgment comes and calls each soul by name.

Oh, calls each soul by name.
Yeah, calls each soul by name.
Calls each soul by name.

©2026 Hugh Mungus