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