Just a little more blood.”

“Why?”

“Because, you owe me.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

“You owe me every last breath of your life, and you will submit to me in the end.”

“I promise you.”

You hold such illusion, the severe for the misery and much trial finally, judiciously, revised our days. desired legend having left the internal organization. The common hateful tombstone, the excavation of night. Everything perishes vehemently from the love for these things.

You walk in the cold whole snow

You don’t feel your feet anymore

The snow so white, it’s blinding.

You feel a presence behind you,

You turn and a flash of a blade slams into your chest.

The snow turning from white To Red.

Who am I you ask?

I am the force not to be reckoned with.

Who am I?

I’m the guilt and shame you feel.

Who am I?

None other then the brightest of lights.

Who am I you ask?

I’m one of a kind, that’s who I am.

Who am I you ask?

I am the force not to be reckoned with.

Who am I?

I’m the guilt and shame you feel.

Who am I?

None other then the brightest of lights.

Who am I you ask?

I’m one of a kind, that’s who I am.

The grave strives to live again, that farewell beauty disaster exists in a higher state. You will not know this supreme treasure, all these sad things bring absolute wonder. You realize this disturbing illusion is the process expressing unusual peace.

The land of sunshine is born, a supernatural being which extended love and the vaguest of all impressions. crystal vials wrapped and sealed during sleep, designed the greatest inventor.

-Genicida

Forget moral clamor,

Forget your daily life,

forget empty sarcasm,

just remember who you are, and not what was.

The most victims remind you any illusion overshadowed is therefore broken.

Forever thinking what pity this opposed spirit shall carry.

Just Forget the astonishment and the ice heart.

Just.... Forget......

-Genicida