Nephilim Compilation in media

(to the tune of LET IT SNOW)

Oh, the reptoids outside are frightful
And dorkboy slamming into them delightful
And as I’ve no other place to go
Guard the bros, let blood flow, don’t you know.

They never show signs of stopping,
And I use Holy Fire for popping;
The lights are turned way down low,
Guard the bros, let blood flow, don’t you know.

When we finally say good night,
Stepping over the dead in sight;
Yeshua holds me tight,
All the way home I’ll be warm.

The fires are slowly dying,
And, my bros, we still are fighting,
But as long as Yeshua loves me so.
Guard the bros, let blood flow, don’t you know.

DB