Dreaded day, that day of ire,
When the world shall melt in fire,
Told by Sybil and David's Lyre.
Fright men's hearts shall rudely shift,
As the judge through gleaming rift
Comes each soul to closely sift.
Then the trumpet's shrill refrain,
Piercing tombs by hill and plain,
Souls to judgment shall arraign....
When the judge his seat shall gain,
All that's hidden shall be plain,
Nothing shall unjudged remain.
~~ "Dies Irae", 13th Century, Thomas of Celano
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