Dies Irae

This day of ashes
This day of blood hot scorched
Unloose your eyelid hoods
And good sinner, good

Ashes gonna eat this world and chew its soul to pieces
What trembling
What shaking
Gooseflesh bricks
When the watcher comes to reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap

Good sinner
Good, good sinner
Rise sinner
Rise, rise sinner
Talk sinner
Shriek scared sinner
Hands thrust in the air sinner

Good sinner
Good, good sinner
Rise sinner
Rise, rise sinner
Talk sinner
Shriek scared sinner
Come ye to the chair sinner

What then the blaring trumpet
Across the long still breaks
This shy and pleading
Good sinner, good

Push through the ancient crust
One quaking raw soprano
Talk sinner
Shriek scared sinner
Hands trust in the air sinner
Come ye to the chair sinner
The watchers come to reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap, reap
Exist all to turn the page of what we’ve widdled down
Scratched it times broken back now bloody
In a hard font that only a dull knife can make
We are a scar tattoo
This is the book children
The watcher reaps your name
We are a scar tattoo
When he comes to lay his finger on a spine

Love is gonna go unsaid now
Love is gonna go unsaid now
Love is gonna go unsaid now
Love is gonna go
Love is gonna go

Good, good warbling wretch
What you gonna say to the reaper?
Good, good warbling wretch
We’re on the other end of the receiver
Good, good warbling wretch
What you gonna say to the reaper?
Good, good warbling wretch
We’re on the other end of the receiver

Can you hear me?

Man is the king of a black barn indeed
That is seated as a rose before the winter
And now that you’re dominant do they trust the sea
Or the thorn that gave its countenance a splinter

Oh, gravity
Show me mercy
Empathy
Show me mercy
Giant sea
Show me mercy
Pity a poor, warbling wretch

Reap, reap, reap
Reap, reap, reap
Reap, reap, reap
Reap, reap, reap
Reap, reap, reap
Reap, reap, reap
Reap, reap, reap
Reap, reap, reap
Reap, reap, reap
Reap, reap, reap
Reap, reap, reap

Twelve thousand forty-five days
Live love
In the skin of a man
Teaching patience to the tides
Twelve thousand forty-five days
Or more
We remember it
By digging in the sand
All the bleeding
Love for nothing
All the love we
Took for nothing
When the watcher
Comes for reaping
Patient Jesus
Remember me

Tonight I’d like to honor this…. [overlapping voices]

Grant to me, oh lord
A resting place
Among your sheep
Take me out from the goats
On your right side
And saveth me from sleep
‘Cause they write to me from the bone house, lord
They write to me from the boards
Call on me the blessed
Meekly I resign
Myself to you, oh lord

I grow like a
Red face
[?] something hot like the meek that I am
Deep up in my heart
[?] the kids, brother
Make ugly all the [?] I was sown
By the bitter
Spare the wretch like you
Spare the mother
Though that she was
Alabaster
Throw my season
Shames the master
Make the heavens cry when they [?] all the good things they have put on me
Let me not be rejected though my lungs have gone to rot
And my tongue is gone to canker
And my [?] is shot
And my [?] is with skeletons
That resembles
What you do to me
And bring this [?] carcass back to me

One day the trumpet sounds
Through such a current time
To cut the silver thread
To raise, arouse my from the ground
‘Til that day be mine
Soothe my spinning head
‘Cause they write to me from the bone house lord
They write to me from the field
Grant me peace and grant me rest
The lion’s at my bed
So Michael raise your shield
Michael raise your shield
(Michael raise your shield)
Call me from the jailhouse
Michael raise your shield

[?]

Grant us bravery and grace
From this the mortal place
‘Til Peter blows his horn
Peter blow your horn
Call me to the sun house
Peter blow your horn
Peter blow your horn
Call me to the sun house
Peter blow your horn
Peter blow your horn
Call me to the sun house
Peter blow your horn