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Dies Irae
Baronvo
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 judgement shall arraign... :: :: When the judge his seat shall gain, :: All that's hidden shall be plain, :: Nothing shall unjudged remain. :: By: Thomas of Celano