Lyrics:

Evil sick flames cast uncertain shadowsin the dimly lit Temple ofAnhur as we count the dead and vanquished by hacking off theirphalluses and piling the severed hands before the living stoneimage of God.The shamed and humbled women of the subjugated kneel in hopelessAquiescence as we grasp them by the hair and force them to serveour father Anhur.Yea we impale them on the massive stone member of the IthyphallicWar God until the backs of their throats are torn out and theirbowels are ripped apart.One by one we force the female captives to serve the Ahati untilthe Gods legs are awash with blood and his phallus drips withred and black gore Un snem sheth tesher mekhsefu parthal m abaneth Anhur.We lay our bloodstained weapons of Iron on the altar of Anhur andHis Seed blesses us with strength to slay our enemies Like as untoMenthu we have become Ithyphallic.The mighty Sekhmet is with us.