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 ( Instrumental ) …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.