Dies Irae

Your skin was made by nature
We think: God why did you forsake me
This new anger
This new loss
This new old news
Your light is the absolute limit
We believe
We say: Lord have mercy on my soul
This new danger
This new fear
This new lost faith
Doesn’t mean a thing to you
That day of tears and mourning
From the dust of earth returning
Man for Judgment must prepare
Spare, o God, in mercy spare him
What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding
When the just are mercy needing?
Your skin was made by nature
We think: God why did you forsake me
This new anger
This new loss
This new old news
Your light is the absolute limit
We believe
We say: Lord have mercy on my soul
This new danger
This new fear
This new lost faith
Doesn’t mean a thing to you
That day of tears and mourning
From the dust of earth returning
Man for Judgment must prepare
Spare, o God, in mercy spare him
What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding
When the just are mercy needing?
That day of tears and mourning
From the dust of earth returning
Man for Judgment must prepare
Spare, o God, in mercy spare him
What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding
When the just are mercy needing…