CHORUS
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla,
Teste David cum Sibylla.
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando judex est venturus,
cuncta stricte discussurus!
BASS SOLO
Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulchra regionum,
Coget omnes ante thronum.
TENOR SOLO
Mors stupebit et natura,
Cum resurget creatura,
Judicanti responsura.
Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur,
unde mundus judicetur.
ALTO SOLO
Judex ergo cum sedebit,
Quidquid latet apparebit,
Nil inultum remanebit.
SOPRANO SOLO AND QUARTET
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus,
Quem patronum rogaturus,
Cum vix justus sit securus ?
CHORUS
Rex tremende majestatis,
Qui salvandos salvas gratis
Salva me, fons pietatis.
QUARTET
Recordare. Jesu pie,
Quod sum causa tue vie:
Ne me perdas illa die.
Querens me, sedisti lassus:
Redemisti, crucem passus:
Tantus labor non sit cassus.
Juste judex ultionis,
Donum fac remissionis
Ante diem rationis.
Ingemisco tanquam reus:
Culpa rubet voltus meus:
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Qui Mariam absolvisti,
Et latronem exaudisti,
Mihi quoque spem dedisti.
Preces mez non sunt digne;
Sed tu bonus fac benigne:
Ne perenni cremer igne.
Inter oves locum presta,
Et ab hedis me sequestra,
Statuens in parte dextra.
CHORUS
Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis,
Voca me cum benedictis.
Oro supplex et acclinis;
Cor contritum quasi cinis:
Gere curam mei finis.
QUARTET AND CHORUS
Lachrymosa dies illa,
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus:
Huic ergo parce, Deus.
Pie Jesu, Domine,
Dona eis requiem.
Amen.
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla,
Teste David cum Sibylla.
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando judex est venturus,
cuncta stricte discussurus!
BASS SOLO
Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulchra regionum,
Coget omnes ante thronum.
TENOR SOLO
Mors stupebit et natura,
Cum resurget creatura,
Judicanti responsura.
Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur,
unde mundus judicetur.
ALTO SOLO
Judex ergo cum sedebit,
Quidquid latet apparebit,
Nil inultum remanebit.
SOPRANO SOLO AND QUARTET
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus,
Quem patronum rogaturus,
Cum vix justus sit securus ?
CHORUS
Rex tremende majestatis,
Qui salvandos salvas gratis
Salva me, fons pietatis.
QUARTET
Recordare. Jesu pie,
Quod sum causa tue vie:
Ne me perdas illa die.
Querens me, sedisti lassus:
Redemisti, crucem passus:
Tantus labor non sit cassus.
Juste judex ultionis,
Donum fac remissionis
Ante diem rationis.
Ingemisco tanquam reus:
Culpa rubet voltus meus:
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Qui Mariam absolvisti,
Et latronem exaudisti,
Mihi quoque spem dedisti.
Preces mez non sunt digne;
Sed tu bonus fac benigne:
Ne perenni cremer igne.
Inter oves locum presta,
Et ab hedis me sequestra,
Statuens in parte dextra.
CHORUS
Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis,
Voca me cum benedictis.
Oro supplex et acclinis;
Cor contritum quasi cinis:
Gere curam mei finis.
QUARTET AND CHORUS
Lachrymosa dies illa,
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus:
Huic ergo parce, Deus.
Pie Jesu, Domine,
Dona eis requiem.
Amen.
Lyrics submitted by Poor_American
III. Seq. 1, Dies irae Lyrics as written by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Lyrics © Histoire et Chansons
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I used to think this was about ricing up your whip. New glasspack muffler, airfilters, maybe even remapping the injection to squeeze some top-end bhp. But I realise now I was wrong. It's about the death - the end of the world. The Day of Wrath when we stand before our maker to be judged mercilessly on our lives and deeds.
Where once I heard a parable about lowered suspension and burning and turning whitewalls on the blacktop, now I think it's more relevant to consider the ideas of Joachim of Fiore (1145-1202) who postulated that history could be divided into discrete ages, and that the Age of Spirituality would end in 1260. He called it the Day of Wrath, the Dies Irae.
Mozart wrote The Requiem in 1791 as he was literally dying. Never has one man translated his own imminent demise into music so effectively. His death would be the end of his world, but perhaps also, with his famous arrogance, he was saying that his death would affect us all. This was, after all, a man who KNEW what a genius he was. His debauched lifestyle would also cause God's anger and we'd all suffer. Note that it's not just Day of Judgement, but Day of Wrath. God will find Mozart the flawed genius as he finds us all. Wanting. Day of Wrath.
But all that aside I also think the song applies to the 2011 Shelby GT500 Mustang. 510 ft/lb of torque? In your Fiat-driving Venetian face, Antonio Salieri.