Lyrics from Twilbard

Роман Твилбард
Malice inside

Having a sence
Respiting  the end
Watching in dreams
Dusky figure.
Hiding in dark with
Trembling light sparkled.
Remains of the past
Blossom in shadow

Unseen shrifts
Of mystic blow
Calling part of me
To reincornate 
the souls of mine,
Finding out
 forgotten wisdom
Of substances unknown.

I walk but I stand
I fly but  I fall
I cry being silent
I `m the one to keep on
Breezing in storm
Sinking on shoal
Frozen in fire
Nothing I find

Mist of strange
Dusking  my minds
Feeling like I `ve been
 jailed in myself.
Somebody  flies
 Out of my body,
Senses refined
New skilled obtained
Now feeling well...
This is not me -
 Just only a husk
Ominius sukkub
Lurking inside.



Adramelech

There was a man
Who  captured the throne
Of wealthy kingdom,
Fair king  overthrone.
Damned was he
The name has gone
Pronounced
neither correctly
Nor wrong.

Old and sick
 He woke up One day
by steps of memories
Blind and grey
To the time of Becoming,
Returning back
Sudden thought
Appeared in mind


The brutal mistery
Has jailed him once.
 Nightmare visit
 Evil-belled call
Spreaded unnamed
Spirit away
The cowled sage
already summonned.


Dusky  mist
wraped up the reign.
Fear and death
led by his hand
materializIed into
malice around
Secondly cursed
his repenting soul
The thyrane choked
with  silly requile.



Streaming in pernicicious exaltation
He sank in permanent warfaring,
Punish for the deeds , giant rat`s crawling
Kassan take him asleep

TOO LATE TO REPENT
TOO LATE TO FRIGHTEN
PUNISHER IS COMING
NAMED ADRAMELECH




Cruel and wild

Ancient times
Barbarian rules,
Power as fairness
Armours as rights.
To be opposites they came
Great pagan lords
Were there to rule
Crushing and pulling
From antic cataclysm
To dark ages.

Last hours
of dying empires
Agony gives birth
to medieval,
Rivers of blood
are ready to stream,
Permanent wars
are readyto fare,
Millions of throats
are ready to scream,
Feeling of new epoch
pronounces the claim.

Ancient times
Barbarian rules
Putrified kingdoms
Are overthrown
Great pagan lords
Were there to tule
To recept new minions
Minions are gone.

Pagan reighns
Getting  the rights
Obsessing  the fame
Cruel  and wild...