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Altare Secretum - Gregorian Chant

A electronic music release from 0zkMusic.

Duration
3:30
Language
English
Release
May 19, 2025

Lyrics

Latin
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Solus sedeo in tenebris,
et anima mea clamat ad Caelum.
Non est vox hominis,
sed vox cordis mei.
Domine, audi gemitum meum,
Domine, vide lacrimam meam.

In valle mortis non timebo,
nam Tu es mecum.
Umbra silens me tegit,
sed lux Tua fulget intus.

Fugit mundus, fugit vox,
remanet solitudo.
Et in solitudine mea,
loquitur Deus corde meo.

Lacrimae meae factae sunt preces,
noctes meae — altare secretum.
Et in silentio profundo,
speravit anima mea.

Clamavi de profundis,
audivit me Angelus Domini.
Et dedit alas animae meae,
ut volarem ad lucem.

Peccavi, et defeci,
sed misericordia Tua — aeternum mare.
In fide stetit spiritus meus,
in gratia lavatur sanguis meus.

Domine, salva me solum,
salva me qui sine spe eram.
Et nunc, in solitudine,
nova vita incipit.

Translation
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The secret altar

I sit alone in the darkness,
and my soul cries out to Heaven.
It is not the voice of man,
but the voice of my heart.
Lord, hear my sigh,
Lord, behold my tear.

In the valley of death I shall not fear,
for You are with me.
A silent shadow covers me,
but Your light shines within.

The world has fled, voices are gone,
only solitude remains.
And in my solitude,
God speaks to my heart.

My tears have become prayers,
my nights — a secret altar.
And in the deep silence,
my soul placed its hope.

I cried out from the depths,
and the Angel of the Lord heard me.
And he gave wings to my soul,
that I might fly to the light.

I have sinned and I have failed,
but Your mercy — an eternal sea.
My spirit stood in faith,
my blood is washed in grace.

Lord, save me alone,
save me who was without hope.
And now, in solitude,
a new life begins.

The idea
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Solitude here is not loneliness with better branding. The singer sits in tenebris, and the cry that leaves the body is no longer human speech but vox cordis—heart-sound pressed into Latin until it behaves like liturgy. Nights become the altare secretum: a private altar built from tears that have learned the grammar of prayer.

The electronic frame keeps the chant nocturnal and atmospheric rather than museum-still. Shadow covers; light answers from inside. Sin and failure are named without theatrical collapse, then washed against misericordia imagined as an endless sea. When the angel grants wings, the flight is almost quiet—new life beginning where the world and its voices have already fled.

Production

Made with
Suno
Model
Suno v5.3