In the annals of Egypt’s ancient lore,
A revelation stirs, unsettling to the core,
Nephilim giants, towering and grand,
Builders of pyramids in the ancient land.

Legends whispered through the veil of time,
Of beings colossal, a presence sublime,
Their hands shaping stones with unearthly might,
In the shadow of Egypt’s eternal light.

The pyramids rise in majestic grace,
Testaments to a colossal race,
Whose origins shroud in mystery deep,
In the secrets that the ages keep.

The revelation of Nephilim’s hand,
Crafting wonders across the desert sand,
A chilling secret to the curious mind,
A truth that leaves fear intertwined.

In the shadow of these colossal feats,
Lies a tale that history discreet,
Of giants whose legacy looms large,
In the construction of Egypt’s ancient charge.

The thought of beings of immense size,
Crafting structures that reach the skies,
Stirs a fear deep within the soul,
A mystery that refuses control.

As the secrets of the past unravel slow,
In the presence of giants, fears grow,
Their legacy etched in stone and sand,
A haunting truth in Egypt’s grand.

The revelation of Nephilim’s hand,
Building pyramids across the land,
A terrifying secret to behold,
In the mysteries of Egypt’s ancient fold.