Andre the Giant Was a Nephilim
Lyrics
Down in the ring where the lights are low
Lurks a myth too big for the mortal show
He drank fifty beers and still walked straight
Born in France, but of ancient fate
His bones were bigger than the common frame
Doctors said “acromegaly” but that ain't the name
His voice was thunder, deep and slow
A mountain of man from head to toe
In the Bible they talk of sons of gods
Fallen angels sowing chaos in mortal pods
Genesis six, where the giants rise
With six-fingered hands and fiery eyes
Andre towered, seven-four and grim
Makes you wonder if Big John Studd was one of them
Nephilim in the squared circle
Fists like anvils, moves diurnal
From Babel’s ruin to WrestleMania’s fire
Fallen seed in spandex attire
They say he never fit in no earthly chair
Rode in box trucks, filled the air
Crowds would chant, the titan roared
But in his eyes — ancient, bored
He didn’t bleed like normal men
He bore the weight of giants' sin
Goliath's cousin? Maybe more
Wrestling with destiny, folklore galore
And just maybe... so was Big John Studd
The world watched Hogan lift that beast
But did he battle a man or a myth unleashed?
Clash of titans in '87
Or just another echo outta Nephilim heaven?
Nephilim in the squared circle
Skull of stone, jaw line Hercule
Descended from the watchers’ curse
Body slammed on this fallen earth
(Fifty-three beers down, didn’t flinch)
(Hands like shovels, skull like a winch)
His laughter cracked the mountain sides
He walked the line where heaven hides
Elbows drop like Judgment Day
If angels fell, this was their play
So was Big John Studd… that’s what they say
Backstage they'd whisper, swap old tales
Of the day he spoke in ancient gales
His shadow stretched down Roman roads
A titan born in mythic codes
He lived in pain, but never cried
A creature cursed from when giants died
Not just a gimmick, not just a draw
He broke the bones of natural law
And you know… so did Big John Studd
Andre’s gone, but the bloodline grows
In silent boots and heavy blows
The Big Show walks with mighty tread
Hillbilly Jim with Nephilim head
And in the echoes of that final thud...
We still wonder... 'bout Big John Studd
