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.