Jaracaca by Circle of Dead Children Lyrics

Disemboweling all denomination with her penknife one stroke at a time
Sweet spirits
As she stares toward the back of her memories she stares through you
Blows through you like steam screaming through burst piping
His lips upon her breast
His tail within infant mouth
The sacrament has putrified but the vampires have come alive
Recklessly she gashes yet her guilt will never be severed