Oh how terrible is that day! Determined is the day of justice, the day of divine wrath.Dies irae, dies illa
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando iudex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus!
Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulcra regionum,
Coget omnes ante thronum.
Mors stupebit et natura,
Cum resurget creatura
Liber scriptus proferetur,
In quo totum continetur
Unde mundus iudicetur.
Iudex ergo cum sedebit,
Quiqquid latet apparebit:
Nil inultum remanebit.
[Day of wrath, day that
will dissolve the world into burning coals,
as David bore witness with the Sibyll.
How great a tremor is to be,
when the judge is to come
briskly shattering every (grave).
A trumpet sounding an astonishing sound
through the tombs of the region
drives all (men) before the throne.
Death will be stunned and (so) will Nature,
when arises (man) the creature
responding to the One judging.
The written book will be brought forth,
in which the whole (record of evidence) is contained
whence the world is to be judged.
Therefore when the Judge shall sit,
whatever lay hidden will appear;
nothing unavenged will remain.]
Tears always come with that liturgy. I've heard it so often lately.