Sabaoth

?nails grow for a fortnight
?a child with no hair yet on his upper lip
?eyes wide open
?to pretend to suavely stroke his forehead
?ones long nails into his tender breast
?one drinks the blood
?licking the wounds
?the boy cries
?Havent you ever tasted your blood?
?tears of your true love
?those hoarse shrieks of death
?What shall become of me on the Day of Judgement?
?Forgive me child!
(Thanks to juan for these lyrics)
[ The Nails Lyrics ]