Many centuries ago
A mythical creature known as Vulvarine
Was born in the depths of the Eastasian seas
Made of spirit and salt
She lived deep down
Amongst the beasts of the ocean
She was the wisest of all beings
A virago with the power
To look through every creature's soul
One day, a pirate ship sailed by
Charmed by the crew's music
Vulvarine changed her shape
And rose from the bottom of the floods
Infatuated with her thunderous presence
To some of the shipmen she appeared a mermaid
To others a monster
To some a storm
Driven by her longing for an own voice
She transformed into a songbird
And flew ashore
At night, she would sit in the trees
And sing to the moon
Her voice was so sweet
It attracted a dirty rascal
A man spoilt by greed and envy
Resenting Vulvarine for all the things he would never be
The rascal wanted to make her his own
One night, he tricked her with great cunning
And locked her in an unbreakable hidden cage
From which she could not escape
She started to lose her will and power
For Vulvarine is not meant to be imprisoned
Thousands of years passed
Yet nobody found her again
Sea beasts and pirates
Birds and wildcats
Wolves and humans
They all looked for her aimlessly
Without the faintest sign of hope
Until now
When a handful of chosen women
Were brought together by her call
To free their mistress's wild heart
And untamed spirit
Through vulvarock
The time for magic is now
The time for freedom is now
The time for Vulvarine has come