Make ends meet

Dies irae, dies illa, Solvet saeclum in favilla.

Grim horror seizes thee! The trumpet sounds! The graves are shaken! And

thy heart From ashy rest For torturing flames A new created, Trembles into

Would I were hence! It is as if the organ Choked my breath, As if the choir

Judex ergo cum sedebit, Quidquid latet adparebit, Nil inultum remanebit.

I feel oppressed! The pillars of the wall Imprison me! The vaulted roof

Wouldst hide thee? sin and shame Remain not hidden! Air! light! Woe's thee!

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? Quem patronum rogaturus! Cum vix justus sit