Soft Violence is both a confession and a curse — a sacred unraveling whispered through candlelight. Across eleven tracks, Lilith’s Rebellion weaves a haunting tapestry of grief, fury, and survival. Ritualcore in form and spirit, the album moves through gothic ballads, distorted incantations, and ambient spells with ceremonial grace. Each song is a scar that sings, a flame that mourns. This isn’t an album. It’s a resurrection in velvet and ash.

Lilith's Rebellion

Proof of Nothing is a ritual in static—a haunted blend of glitch textures, spectral pulses, and existential longing. It drifts through broken signals and unanswered questions, chasing a truth that may never come. Dark, atmospheric, and sacred.

Written by Lilith's Rebellion Produced by R1ZN
Genre: Ritualcore / Existential Glitch/ Industrial
Mood: Haunting, introspective, bold

Proof of Nothing (N0T F0UND)

“The Hole I Call Home” is a slow descent into sacred emptiness. Ambient drones and ritual textures cradle a voice unraveling inside its own echo. It’s not just about being lost—it’s about learning to live inside the void.

Written by Lilith’s Rebellion and Produced by R1ZN
Genre: Ambient / Ritualcore/ Noir/ Darkwave
Mood: Haunting, introspective, sacred

The Hole I Call Home

"BRUISED IN COLOR" is a slow unraveling — a hymn for the haunted and the healing. Lilith’s voice floats like a wound in bloom, delicate and raw, against a backdrop of shadowed synths and aching space. This track doesn't cry out — it lingers, it bleeds, it stains. Beauty and pain wrapped in velvet and thorns. For those who feel too deeply and refuse to fade quietly.

Bruised in Color

"BURY ME LOUD" is a defiant eulogy — not a whisper, but a scream into the grave. Lilith sings like she’s breaking free mid-funeral, daring the silence to remember her roar. With thunder beneath velvet and grief lit like gasoline, this track is for the ones who won’t go quietly. A funeral song wrapped in rebellion.

Bury Me Loud

"THROAT FULL OF THUNDER" is a spell cast in sky-fire — Lilith’s voice rising like a tempest ready to tear through silence. A dark hymn of power reclaimed, it pulses with raw, feminine force, fusing emotion and elemental fury. Ethereal yet grounded, haunting yet commanding, this is not a whisper — it’s thunder in a throat that refuses to close.

Throat Full of Thunder

"HEX IN THE FEEDBACK LOOP" is a glitchy spell cast in broken signals. Lilith’s voice drips like static over warped rhythms and looping echoes — caught between beauty and breakdown. It’s the sound of a system possessed, a haunting mantra from inside the machine. Drenched in surreal distortion and sacred distortion, this track loops like a curse that never stops whispering.

Hex in the Feedback Loop

"SHE SANG IN STATIC" feels like a transmission from the edge of memory — fractured, faint, and unbearably intimate. Lilith’s voice drifts through waves of static like a lullaby left behind on an old cassette. Equal parts beautiful and broken, this track mourns something unnamed, echoing through time and tangled wires. A soft cry hidden in white noise.

She Sang in Static

Somewhere in the Stillness

"LIGHT ME ON FIRE" is both a plea and a dare — a torch-song soaked in kerosene. Lilith delivers each line like a spark in the dark, begging for the match that will burn her clean. The track unfolds like a ritual of self-destruction and transformation, seductive and violent in equal measure. It’s the sound of surrender turned sacrament, of pain offered up like incense.

Light Me on Fire

"THE VEIL DOESN’T BLINK" is a quiet panic dressed in shadow. Built on icy textures and whispered warnings, this track evokes the sensation of being watched by something ancient, unseen, and patient. Lilith’s voice threads between static and silence, ritual and rupture. It’s not just a song — it’s a presence, a gaze you can’t return. The veil is thin... but it never closes its eyes.

The Veil Doesn’t Blink

"OUTRO / I’M STILL HERE" is the quiet defiance at the end of all things — a closing whisper that echoes louder than a scream. Lilith’s voice hovers just above silence, fragile but unbroken, surrounded by the soft decay of ambient textures and fading melody. It’s a hymn for survival, a vow kept in the rubble. Even if the fire is out, the ember breathes. She’s still here.

Outro __ I’m Still Here

"INVOCATION / TOUCHING NOTHING" is the breath before the burning — an opening incantation cast in silence and smoke. Lilith speaks more than sings, voice low and sacred, like a prayer meant only for the void. The air is thick with ritual tension, the sound of something being summoned, but not yet seen. It’s not music — it’s the moment just before something breaks through.

Invocation __ Touch Nothing

“A CANDLE IN RETROGRADE” flickers against the pull of fate — a song wrapped in warped time and soft disintegration. Lilith’s voice shimmers through reversed melodies and slow-motion echoes, like a spell trying to remember its own words. It burns backwards: gentle, cursed, and divine. A hymn for when the stars fall out of order and you light a flame anyway.

Lilith's Rebellion

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