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Album "Atruta" '2006
Lyrics - Bes Trefoil, Aldagil.

2. Blood comes black
(lyrics - Bes Trefoil)

There's no light,
Sanity's gone.
The eternal might
Lies deep in the soul,
In black hole.

Right in my arms
The key to turn my madness rule.
Mirror splinters cut my rotten heart,
Inner streams rude.

Blood comes black,
Dirt and roots in my veins.
Hatred swamp inside
The spirit nailed.

The prophecy's wrong -
No end of this pathetic story.
The knowledge of unknown:
Face to face the abyss warning.

Blood comes black,
Dirt and roots in my veins.
Hatred swamp inside
The spirit nailed.

Let me rot!

3. In mist we stand
(lyrics - Bes Trefoil)

In mist we stand,
In floating ghostly lights…
The world seems dead,
Reminding what we are.

With gloom in my heart…

In strange winds I'll disappear…
Harmony in gloom…

Breathing the haze -
Like absorbing the ancient fear.
Something is near -
Lurking in tree maze.
In strange winds I'll disappear.

In mist we stand,
The sky's eternal pale.
In mind dream's web
The darkness will remain.

With gloom on my mind…

Harmony in gloom!

The darkness will remain…

4. Now I fly
(lyrics - Bes Trefoil)

Now I fly, now I fly
In night sky
I see mysterious life.
In the night, in moonlight
I hide my worlds
Behind the half-closed eyes.

Now I breathe, now I breathe
Sharp cold air
And fog like wisp.
Ecstatic fear, that's buried here
That's always near
Explodes like nuke and all gets weird.

Now I fly, now I fly
I change the realms
I search for secrets they hide.
In moonlight, in silver light
When colors fade…
Black, blue and white.

Enigma somewhere, lost in the nowhere
And maybe out of there
Forgotten everywhere…
Be sure of that you are sick
You'll never find
The way to it.

I try to see
What's hiding in fog.
Uncover the curtain.

Now I fly.

5. Atruta (I dissolve in poisoned rain)
(lyrics - Aldagil)

I dissolve in poisoned rain
I hide in venomous woods
My mask is dark…
And, blessed with dusk,
Trees tear my flesh apart
With their roots

I dissolve in poisoned rains
I hunger for them with my skin
The boiling drops destroy my chains
And fear me for Nothingness I've seen…
I am of poisoned thrill!

Atruta…
Boiling in my soul
I don't know neither nations nor events
Nihil…
That's what we all shall ever be --
Dust turned to mud by tears' bleed.

I wade alone…

I wade alone
In darkest meadows and forgotten realms
Accompanied by my wounds' howling

And all I know
The creatures I have born myself
Will ravish me and tear my soul apart

I dissolve in poisoned rains
I hunger for them with my skin
The boiling drops
And sweeping fog
Will cover me
With veil of poison.

I dissolve in poisoned rains
I hunger for them with my skin
The boiling drops destroy my chains
And fear me, for Nothingness I've seen…
I am of poisoned thrill!

Atruta…
Boiling in my soul
I don't know neither nations nor events
Nihil…
That's what we all shall ever be --
Dust turned to mud by tears' bleed.

8. In gloom and spikes
(lyrics - Bes Trefoil)

Walk!

Walk the left hand path
Through the fog and night.
Steps into the dark,
Face under the mask

Ride the forces free,
Hide the inner streams.
Thoughts that never end
Flow through my sick head.

My soul in spikes,
My heart in spikes,
The left hand path.

My soul in spikes,
My heart in spikes,
The left hand path.

Walk!

I am totally alone…
No one will save me from me.
Hating this ugly human world,
Self-destroying creature can't live.

But I live…

I believe in pain,
I believe in hate,
I believe in pride,
Heart in gloom and spikes.

My soul in spikes,
My heart in spikes,
The left hand path.

10. The roots are torn
(lyrics - Aldagil)

The roots are torn…

The roots are torn,
And nothing heals this pain
And nothing's violent enough
To overthrow it.

Images of dying life…
I must live on
Through frost, through dusty storms
Unbearable clarity…
I must live on
Though I bathe in Death, -
The roots are torn…
And my heart stops in the end.

The roots are torn
Pale world
No rest for the wandering ones
No oblivion, no lethargy
The roots are thorns, -
They twist through flesh,
And my heart stops in the end.

The roots are torn,
And nothing heals this pain
And nothing's violent enough
To overthrow it.

©Bes Trefoil

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