Oh, days of wrath
That final day, when the world will turn to ashes
Everything we ever knew will come to pass
And all things beneath the Heavens will be no more
Oh, wretched day of misery
Foretold since ancient times
Great sorrow shall consume the Earth
Dies Irae, Dies Illa
How much tremor there will be
When the Judge makes His return
Dies Irae, Dies Illa
Solvet saeclum, in favilla
Teste David cum Sybilla
Oh, King of Mercy
You, who gives grace to those who seek it
Save me from that day
Give me remission, before the day of reckoning
Tremendous King, Lord of All
Freely saving those who need it
Save me