Sons of God

In a Heaven below the third
Principalities conversed
Making eternal pacts
Unable to be reversed

And in great beauty descended
Like dew upon a field
With a burning lust
Refusing to subside or yield

Then with the finest women
They acted as mortal men
Making love through the night
A human ordained sin

And in mixing Heaven with Earth
Those called Gods were born
The great kings and warriors
Responsible this world now torn