St Wilfrid's stands lonely at the edge of Rimrose Valley
A few miles outside of town, the perfect spot for them
They're just so young and innocent, don't know what to do
And screaming when they see her lifeless body there too
The woman's body slumped against the baptismal font
Just sitting there with both her legs splayed like a rag doll
On her forehead was the shape of an inverted axe
Neatly carved in blood, the marking was fresh and black
But the blood had run down her face, completely red
Her open abdomen with her entrails on church steps
Their bulbous masses dwarfing, the size of her body
And there behind her on a board, a message so bloody
The saddest part of all is one nobody would expect
The two knife wounds that evidently our victim wrecked
One was to end her life, to disembowel with a knife
The other was a C cut to save the newborn's life