Lyrics The Softest Grave - Pitts M.D.

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 it's 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 arе flayed
We beg and pray bеfore
The Softest Grave!

Friction flesh
Burns!
Now in darkness
Yearns!