“The final 20-plus minutes of Calzada’s film are a literal and figurative mind-fuck, punctuated with blood and populated with sweaty skin being savaged by an evil urgency. It’s as mesmerizing as it is startling, a steaming brew of lust and black arts thrusting back and forth in wanton carnality. For some time, I’ve felt like the demonic possession/exorcism subgenre had depleted itself of any original ideas or provocative imagery.Thankfully, new artistic visions like Song of Solomon and, more impressively, Luciferina have arrived to prove me wrong.” – John W. Allman, Blood Violence & Babes