"The First Filth II (Acoustic version)" returns to Meresankh's sacred wound with less armor around it. Temple, alley, priest, and body all collapse into one exhausted ritual where divine language has already been contaminated by use.
The acoustic version makes the scene feel like testimony rather than spectacle. It is Meresankh's myth stripped back to breath, shame, and historical repetition.
Music, arrangements and lyrics: Andre Willowisp. Vocals: Eira Nova. Artwork: SURVIVORIA.
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Release: The Tender Things That Sing (2026-05-30)
Track 1 | ISRC RUAGT2664564 | UPC 5063945572334
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From temple rite to alley floor
the holy act now stale
may gods can sin?
My knees are bruised on mud-brick floors
beneath a drunkard's wail
the whore is my call
I learn the taste of unwashed men
Their sweat, their wine, their lies
They cries sometimes
I force a smile and start again
With hollow, empty eyes
Eyes
They pay to fill my waiting mouth
To spend their rage and seed,
As I feel their taste
A human drain for Sumer's drought
To plant their worthless creed
No feels are need
They spill their filth upon my chest
And call it holy rain
Then leave me for a moment's rest
To count my silver pain
I fled the drought to Egypt's shore
Where gold and cruelty gleam
As I dreamed
A different god, the same damn whore
A suffocating dream
As you dreamed
Oh, Ra
My eyes are kohl, my lips are red
I dance for men of power
For a priest of Ra, upon his bed
I swallow the sun for an hour
Oh, Ra
He whispers curses in my ear
Then calls my womb a tomb
As I take his prayers and venom deep
Within the perfumed room
With Nile mud drying on my back
That's sucks
he rides me like a beast
My lotus-dusted mouth goes slack
where gods drown in
To serve his holy feast
To spill their essence, prove their worth
To plant their mortal seed
I've seen the priests, the warriors
The scribes with ink-stained hands
All equal when they're naked
Lost in these desert lands
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