Confutatis maledictis,
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Flammis acribus addictis.
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When the sun is flustered
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And the moon is free
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The great little master
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Write a bitter melody
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The notes fevers in my breast,
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Aches to be away
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Eternal wisdom
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In glorious kingdom
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That is my sole wish
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Chorus:
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The first violins lead me while the harps
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Embrace me like the blood
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The madness beats my art
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In the stage my baton cuts the air,
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I am,
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In a world I never made, a man
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Dies irae, dies illa,
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Solvet saeclum in favilla:
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Teste David cum Sybilla
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Quantus tremor est futurus,
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Quando iudex est venturus,
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Cuncta stricte discussurus.
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The sound is around
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Long life to the king
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Never falling down
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Rex gloria, Rex gloria
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Witness of the time
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Spirit is sublime
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No more feels of pain no more hate
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A revenge is going away
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Where is my destiny?
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Where is my fantasy?
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I need to free my soul and cry
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Someone to pray for me
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I need to free my soul and will die
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There wells up the only tear
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We shed without woe
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And ride like the wind because
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The music is enthralled
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The notes fever's in my breast,
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Aches to be away
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Eternal wisdom
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In glorious kingdom
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That is my sole wish
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chorus:
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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
|
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Dies irae, dies illa,
|
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
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Teste David cum Sybilla
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Quantus tremor est futurus,
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Quando iudex est venturus,
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Cuncta stricte discussurus.
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The soft sleep to your bed
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Is not worth pursuing
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You will so soon be dead
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Death will serve instead
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Turn to the thing
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He was born to be
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A master to the king
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Keep your fancy free
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In the deep of the sea
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Salva me, fons pietatis.
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chorus variation:
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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
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Quantus tremor est futurus,
|
Quando iudex est venturus,
|
Cuncta stricte discussurus.
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Dies Irae
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Dark Moor |