Vulva of the Nightfall Lyrics

The fiend is nearing, cloaked by night, leading the men of Illnudemantar.
Aberrant offspring of the long-forgotten, breed of the unuttered, Vulva of the Nightfall.
She is weaving hairy webs. She is the redeemer of all brains.
She will have you sucked dry,
Dragged to the altar and turned into a deadly tool.
No, they don't slay with phallic swords.
Nay, they kill, oh they kill, they kill with
Dicks of steel.

Gray fog heralds their approach. They raise dust, dragging along melon-like balls.
Oh, what pure melancholy: cranial void never pleased, slaves forevermore.
She commands. They abide. Hail to the hairy fiend!
She whips them across the planet.
Silly cattle numbly feed on pastures of shriveled meat.
And while valiant young men die with sword in hand,
They kill, oh they kill, they kill with
Dicks of steel.

With brainwashed minds, we plead: Undo our impotence!
Vulva of the Nightfall
Inflame our virility!
Don't take no pains! We need no brains. Nay!
Vulva of the Nightfall
Inflame our virility!

With brainwashed minds,
We donate our bodies.
Kneel down
In final sacrifice!