Dies Irae Lyrics - Singles - Dark Moor

Confutatis maledictis, 

Flammis acribus addictis. 

When the sun is flustered 

And the moon is free 

The great little master 

Write a bitter melody 

The notes fevers in my breast, 

Aches to be away 

Eternal wisdom 

In glorious kingdom 

That is my sole wish 

Chorus: 

The first violins lead me while the harps 

Embrace me like the blood 

The madness beats my art 

In the stage my baton cuts the air, 

I am, 

In a world I never made, a man 

Dies irae, dies illa, 

Solvet saeclum in favilla: 

Teste David cum Sybilla 

Quantus tremor est futurus, 

Quando iudex est venturus, 

Cuncta stricte discussurus. 

The sound is around 

Long life to the king 

Never falling down 

Rex gloria, Rex gloria 

Witness of the time 

Spirit is sublime 

No more feels of pain no more hate 

A revenge is going away 

Where is my destiny? 

Where is my fantasy? 

I need to free my soul and cry 

Someone to pray for me 

I need to free my soul and will die 

There wells up the only tear 

We shed without woe 

And ride like the wind because 

The music is enthralled 

The notes fever's in my breast, 

Aches to be away 

Eternal wisdom 

In glorious kingdom 

That is my sole wish 

chorus: 

The first violins lead me while the harps 

Embrace me like the blood 

The madness beats my art 

In the stage my baton cuts the air, 

I am, 

In a world I never made, a man 

Dies irae, dies illa, 

Solvet saeclum in favilla: 

Teste David cum Sybilla 

Quantus tremor est futurus, 

Quando iudex est venturus, 

Cuncta stricte discussurus. 

The soft sleep to your bed 

Is not worth pursuing 

You will so soon be dead 

Death will serve instead 

Turn to the thing 

He was born to be 

A master to the king 

Keep your fancy free 

In the deep of the sea 

Salva me, fons pietatis. 

chorus variation: 

The first violins lead me while the harps 

Embrace me like the blood 

The madness beats my art 

In the stage my baton cuts the air, 

I am, 

In a world I never made, a man 

Dies irae, dies illa, 

Solvet saeclum in favilla: 

Teste David cum Sybilla 

Quantus tremor est futurus, 

Quando iudex est venturus, 

Cuncta stricte discussurus.