Dies Irae Lyrics

Your skin was made by nature, we believe
We think: God, why did you forsake me
What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding, when the just are mercy needing?
Your light is the absolute limit, we believe
We say: Lord have mercy on my soul
Ah! That day of tears and mourning, from the dust of earth returning
Man for judgement must prepare him, spare, o God, in mercy spare him.
This new anger
This new loss
This new old news
Doesn't mean a thing to you

This new danger
This new fear
This new lost faith
Doesn't mean a thing to you