Vader - Of Moon

Inseminating the cunts of dozing whores
Testing the fruits of forbidden bid
Making their dreams the sperm-wet seas
Not an incubi of your infantile knowledge
Much more than you're to understand
Much more than you will ever kill

Of moon, blood, dream and me...

Making the vaginas tense as the coldness touches
To leave the female race satisfied 'til death
Hurrying taste of the feel
Of woman's lips clenched in sucking the juices
From nephilim's beings, impatient as hell itself
Really much more than you can understand

My children, of moon you are
Rise to join at the night