The Softest Grave
The dark abyss spawns wretched life
The floods of blood, the evil eye
The gentle acid on the tongue
Ubiquity, our sacred song
A gaping wound, the dying walls
Strange liquids ooze, the birthing calls
Ophidian obsession burns
The rose beckons with all its thorns
Pray to drown
As we lay
The heathens beg before The Softest Grave!
Entwining souls and twisting minds
So sweet the taste, the heart divine
Corruptor of virginity
Bestower of sanguinity
In the grasp
We are flayed
We beg and pray before The Softest Grave!
Friction flesh burns!
Now in darkness yearns!
These two demos for our upcoming second album were recorded during quarantine in Jesse's living room! Follow us for album updates.