Dies… Irae…
Dark cinematic gothic metal requiem with massive orchestral power, cathedral acoustics and choirs chanting the ancient Latin “Dies irae” sequence. Deep baritone male vocals mixed with solemn spoken passages and ethereal female soprano layers. Slow-building orchestration of low strings, thunderous war-drums, pipe-organ, and brass that swell into an apocalyptic climax. Epic Latin choirs alternate with whispered verses and explosive choral walls singing lines like “Dies irae, dies illa, solvet saeculum in favilla”. Tone: sacred, catastrophic, divine; the sound of the Last Judgment echoing through stone halls. Style: hybrid of symphonic metal, dark medieval folk, and film-score requiem. Atmosphere should move from quiet prayer to cataclysm and back to silence
Dies… Irae…
Dark cinematic gothic metal requiem with massive orchestral power, cathedral acoustics and choirs chanting the ancient Latin “Dies irae” sequence. Deep baritone male vocals mixed with solemn spoken passages and ethereal female soprano layers. Slow-building orchestration of low strings, thunderous war-drums, pipe-organ, and brass that swell into an apocalyptic climax. Epic Latin choirs alternate with whispered verses and explosive choral walls singing lines like “Dies irae, dies illa, solvet saeculum in favilla”. Tone: sacred, catastrophic, divine; the sound of the Last Judgment echoing through stone halls. Style: hybrid of symphonic metal, dark medieval folk, and film-score requiem. Atmosphere should move from quiet prayer to cataclysm and back to silence
Lyrics
Prologue
Dies… irae…
Dies illa…
Solvet saeculum in favilla…
(Day of wrath, that day... , will dissolve the world into ashes.)
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Verse I
The sky unstitched, the oceans torn,
the angels fall through crowns of thorns.
The sun dissolves in crimson rain,
the stars recite the human name.
And from the ruins of the heart,
arises judgement — made of art.
No god descends, no devil calls,
for man himself unveils the walls.
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Pre-Chorus
Oh breath of dust, oh choir of bone,
you sing of sins that were your own.
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Chorus
Dies irae, dies illa,
Cadit lumen, surgit fila.
(Day of wrath, that day — The light falls, the threads arise.)
No heaven left, no hell to bind,
the wrath of God is but the mind.
We burn, we rise, we fade, we fall —
the fire was love, and love was all.
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Verse II
Seven trumpets call in flame,
each one bearing mortal shame.
Superbia (Pride) crowned, Luxuria (Lust) weeps,
Avaritia (Greed) feasts where Invidia (Envy) sleeps.
Gula (Gluttony) laughs — her mouth of night,
Ira (Wrath) roars — devours light.
Acedia (Sloth) kneels — her eyes are glass,
and through her stillness, all things pass.
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Bridge
Sanguis hominum, sanguis Dei,
Confluit in aeternitate.
(The blood of men, the blood of God,
Flow together into eternity)
German
Das Blut der Menschen, das Blut Gottes — sie fließen ineinander in Ewigkeit.
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Chorus II
Dies irae, dies illa,
Cinis orbis, vox tranquilla.
(Day of wrath, that day — Ash of the world, a tranquil voice.)
The grave resounds, the soul ignites,
the sins of man become His rites.
No final word, no second birth —
just silence reigning over earth.
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Epilogue
>And when the flames withdrew,
there was no throne,
no crown,
no hand to judge.
Only the echo —
and the echo was God.<
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Fin
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