T'was night befallen in a forstrayed land

Where all doeth will upon their whim

Therein this land rested well –

Nei pureness of heart to save themselves

Within this land all morale is cursed

Lest lust be love in all form,

Fornificate the hinterland

-with thaine chiseled epitapth,

"Come hither ye foreign

Come hither the gates

Our righteous lay dead in the streets

No power of earth can scathe our brilliance

Nei Spirit can stop our way"

O Light! One star! doth Heaven spell

Fate hath cast its eye upon Thee

From thence comes Judgment into thy hands

One Rose amongst the thorns is she…

Dies Irae, sweet Dies Irae

Fair maiden from Faicastes' is she.

With a spirit of virtue and thoughts adorned

Amidst the darkness she'd see

Glory abound as the people did shout

What horrible tragedy hath bequeathed!?

The flames so fierce that death did flee,

Fair Maiden smiled with a gleam

Her skin so fair – white as fleece

Her hair shone gray with ecstasy

With one swift whisper her breath like winter

Did freeze the land from its flames

Dies Irae, sweet Dies Irae

Thy song is Hell released

Dies Irae, Sweet Dies Irae

Bring Justice to this place

Dies Irae, sweet Dies Irae,

Bind not mercy with thy peace.

With one swift word speak Fire then Ice

Grace them with your embrace............

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T'was dawn becoming in a familiar land

The people like ash flew in the wind

'Round and round the pillars of 'Dis

Und here shall they remain for eternity

Death they welcome, yet it comes to them not

Forever must they breeze

By the very whim of their hearts dethroned

Grant they ne'r again this peace.

In remembrance of one fair Maiden shall they plea,

Pureness hath she brought from the stars

 ...........Und her name was Des Irae

**** Written in Memory of 'Ascaitila' (988 B.C.) .. und in honour of the New World ****

-Daecaunt 2006