Sacratus
The Doomed to Loneliness



1. Artsah (Intro)

1720 year. Small Syunik. Both adults and children struggled and spilled blood for the freedom and the independence of their Motherland. Such battles create the similar to me. My heart filled with hate, and my dark brown eyes with tears, pain and anger. They became black. Now I’m damned. I'm of flesh and blood, but, I'm not like you. My name is cold endless night. I’m Armand Blackeyes.

In 1720 A.D. the province Artsah (Small Syunik) of the empire Urarthu was liberated of Persian yoke.


2. Blackeyes

They look at your heart,
They see your fear.
You see the sorrow inside
And rage in the same eyes.

Look at my eyes!
You can cry or not cry
I will spread my wings
I’ll reveal my secret…

My secret keeps in the shade
Like a peach my black eyes.


3. Interlace

Hand and legs are in hard chains.
Medicine won’t save – no healers
Let the fear sleep through your mind
Depression will disappear and you will reveal the secret

Rise high and look around
Before your hand will open your veins.
You used to go to war everyday,
But the war was over – you’re in horrible ravings

A black power, where is the gulp of the happiness?
The death after depression - a light stream.
A Wolf’s pit - a mortal net
You are condemned! Depression! Death!

Grey stones, crossroads of roads,
Black castles and power’s line.
Time is flying, and there is no life.
Depression is near and where is the answer?

Compressed teeth and bundle of nerves.
The way of happiness - electrical throne.
The heart’s beating the blood stream.
You look at the dogs - your sight is strained.

A black power, where is the gulp of the happiness?
The death after depression - a light stream.
A Wolf’s pit - a mortal net
You are condemned! Depression! Death!


4. Madness

Life and death, light of sense
A sinister claw and scarlet blood
Who lived the life won’t forget it
Approach of death – it’s love
Wandering souls in hope to find
The rest of flesh, heart and mind
The love destroys bridges to happiness
The priestess of Satan - you are my bride!

My poems will seas me forever
And death will tread on my heels!
I‘ll hear the steps at this midnight,
The hope will die at once in my soul.
I haven't waited for Death this time.
The fire of Love will die out again
As the tears are roll from my eyes…
I’ll give a smile peering at the blood.

Like the waterfall your hairs,
As the wild honey your lips,
As the flower your graceful body,
But your heart pressed, - the solid ice.

Oh, who is your Idol, - tell me?
That who’s crucified or hung?
Second closer to you! Not first!
Jesus was furious enemy for you!

When I be burnt to ashes in the fire,
You will forget about me
The bloomy moment of my fate,
Killing me, you will forget me.


5. Surb Hokhi

Ev Surb Hokhi
Mer mech Hokhi
K’ahothenkh lisusi n’man
Ev Surb Hokhi
Mer mech Hokhi
K’ahothenkh lisusi n’man
K’ahothenkh, K’ahothenkh,
K’ahothenkh lisusi n’man

Ev Surb Hokhi
Mer mech Hokhi
K’sirenkh Surb Mayri n’man
Ev Surb Hokhi
Mer mech Hokhi
K’sirenkh Surb Mayri n’man
K’sirenkh, K’sirenkh,
K’sirenkh Surb Mayri n’man

Mer Astvats, mez okhni
Mer Astvats, mer Surb Hokhi

Ev Surb Hokhi
Mer mech Hokhi
K’krevenkh Wartani n’man
Ev Surb Hokhi
Mer mech Hokhi
K’krevenkh Wartani n’man
K’krevenkh, K’krevenkh,
K’krevenkh Wartani n’man


6. Fallen Angel

Pale cold, night hunter.
Evil pain, leaving in search.
Oh, memory of centuries - old suffering…
That temple of God, filled with scarlet blood.

He pierced with sword your holy deity
In the feet of rage,
He filled the chalice with God’s blood
And drank it, he was Doomed.

Chained in the world of pain, endless dark forever,
I mourn, my Fallen Angel, - for you.
I mortify with thirst hunger and fury.
My love in a crude ground.

My Fallen Angel,
Taste of your lips on my mouth
My regret…
The hope is alive, but the fear in my heart.
With cold of Death
I'm froze into your arms,
My Fallen Angel,
I mourn for you forever

Who can live forever?
Who can search forever?
Who can love forever,
When your love is dead?

The Angel in my memory
My last sunrise
And supped blood.
My love in a crude ground.


7. Break Yourself

Drone and optimistic sight,
Shoot your hope.
Disclose your essence,
Look into there.
Not the mind governs body,
And blind heart.

The body is perishing,
Weakened with war.
The brain goes blind filled
With fresh blood.
The mind is dethroned
By feelings from pedestal
The fight goes on,
The throne is empty.

Break your body to pieces,
Appraise yourself.
Break your mind’s
Realm of dreams.
Forget about force of light
And believe in yourself.
Only in desert of the mind
You will find your sufferings.


8. Mayrik

Du misht im mitkum es
Du gisheri mech luyse
Du im acher es, im dzer es
Du ayt seghanin haste

Ella gisher
Mayrik im seyr
Ella tanjvum em
Menak
Mayres g’nats
An veradarts
Es el m’nasti
Menak

Mayrik - im seyr
Mayrik – im kyankh
Ay Astvatsner, dukh l’sumek indz
Erkhum em erkhe tsavaktselov

Mitker es tadjumen arandz hehchalu
Menak hor hishoghutsyun
Im preshtak, eghir indz het
Okhni indz toghnel charcharankner es

Mayrike – Da Astvatse
Ammen ereho shurtherin
Mayrik – ayt hoski mech
Pashtpanutsyun ev seyr


9. The Last Hope

The splendor of your moist lips
Makes me cling to your lips.
The features of your wonderful eyes
Charm me, entail the sufferings.

I wished to stay there,
In the old castle with you…
You are dead, but I’m alive.
Through centuries I’ve been walking for you.

Caressing your velvet skin,
My soul was crying with happiness,
But I’m damned, I’m without you.
My eyes are wet with tears
Tears from my eyes

Perhaps my soul will find your soul
Through the and thorny longest way.
I’ve been looking for you tree hundred years,
For your eyes! I don’t turn off the way!

Tell me, my Love,
That you love me!
You’re near somewhere.
I am looking for you!
I will find you anywhere!


10. Melancholy

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Instrumental
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…in endless nights of loneliness you spilled tears. One moment and in one such night you heard my silent cry. You were light, but I was dark. But nevertheless we were together. My only happiness, my immortal love…
…why has it happened? These were thirty two nights of happiness during two hundred and eighty six years of pain and sufferings…


one of the keepers of pain
- Dolorian.




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