SABAOTH - Apocrypha of the Beast | Dark Cabaret Romance Rock
"APOCRYPHOUS OF THE BEAST" — A musical revelation from the SAVAOF project.
The world is a scaffold, and time is but a dying candle. In this composition, classic Russian romance meets the madness of a dark cabaret. To the sounds of an old piano and a weeping cello, a story of fall and triumph unfolds, inspired by apocalyptic prophecies and the icy calm of eternity.
This is not just a song; it is a theatrical monologue of one called to carry out humanity's sentence. Listen to the whispers of shadows, decipher the signs, and take part in the final waltz of a dying world.
In this work:
Vocals: Male recitative (Spoken Word) and dramatic baritone.
Instrumental: Funeral piano, neoclassical cello, elements of darkwave and rock.
Ambience: Melancholy, mysticism, theatrical decadence.
A universal, ancient flame burns within me,
I have crossed the line of other worlds.
A heavy, black stone lies upon my heart,
I hear a call from the depths of time.
"Oh, Damien!" the shadows whisper in fear,
Bowing before my steps.
The world is a scaffold, and I walk to the chopping block,
But not as a victim—as an executioner of men.
The bestial spirit dwells in my nature,
I have always known: I am alien to human dreams.
Whoever is wise in soul will decipher the signs,
He knows the Number given to me by fate.
It burns in the darkness, like poppies in a field,
The number of men, but chosen by me.
The youth matures. The denouement draws near,
The righteous mask falls from the world.
The end of time. The final battle. The meek prayer is forgotten now.
When the tribes return to Zion,
And a bold star will blaze in the sky,
Rome will rise like Babylon,
And at that moment disaster will befall us!
In the Holy and Bloody Empire,
A single fate is written for you and me:
To drink death like an intoxicating poison,
So that a new world can rise from the ashes!
I call the hounds from the gloomy gorges,
I accept the power of the subterranean forces.
For our terrible and great purposes,
So that the Nazarene will extinguish his light.
All will see the rapture of another kingdom,
I will reveal the truth to hungry eyes.
All your life is but boredom and toil,
Like life's extinguished candles.
What will you give me, crucified Nazarene?
Whose sorrowful path was given as a sacrifice to the world...
You drowned the gusts of spirit in flattery!
I am the son of a jackal, I am the instrument of vengeance!
Your needle, pierced through the wrists—
Is nothing compared to the torment of my Father.
I will bring you other passions,
Plunging a thorn into the sacred flesh of your face!
I, I, I, I... Like an echo in the dungeon.
Look, Guardians, faithful sons!
The Four Horsemen fly across the sky,
My messengers, harbingers of the end.
I need blood. I need victory.
I demand: myself on the altar!
Or fear the eternal, dull delirium,
In the darkness, grieving for the fading light.
When the tribes return to Zion,
And the comet, like a sword, pierces the ether,
We will give praise to another throne,
And this decrepit world will collapse!
From the sea, the Beast emerges at the crossroads,
Executing judgment on distant shores.
Until in bloody, inconsolable turmoil
Humanity perishes for centuries.
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