Vulva of the Nightfall

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!