Tuba mirum
Daniel Landa Lyrics
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Per sepulca regionum
Coget omnes ante thronum
Mors stupebit et natura
Cum resurget cteatura
Iudicanti responsura
In quo totum continetur
Unde mundus iudicetur
Iudex ergo cum sedebit
Quidquid latet apparebit
Nil inultum remanebit
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus
Quem patronum rogaturus
Cum vix iustus sit securus?
The lyrics are from Daniel Landa's song Tuba Mirum, which is based on the Latin hymn of the same name. The song talks about the end of times, a day when a trumpet will sound and summon all the people who have passed away to stand before the throne of God. Death will be amazed, and all of nature will be shocked when the creatures are resurrected to face judgment. The book of life will be brought forth and everything that has ever existed will be judged.
The song speaks of the moment when the judge will take his seat, and nothing will remain hidden. Even those who thought they had hidden their sins will be revealed, and nothing will go unpunished. The singer then asks what they will do in the face of judgment, who they will call upon for help when even the righteous may not be spared.
Line by Line Meaning
Tuba mirum spargens sonum
A trumpet spreading its sound
Per sepulca regionum
Across the land of the dead
Coget omnes ante thronum
Summoning all before the throne
Mors stupebit et natura
Death and nature will be stunned
Cum resurget cteatura
When humanity rises again
Iudicanti responsura
To answer for judgment
Liber scriptus proferetur
The written book will be brought forth
In quo totum continetur
Containing everything
Unde mundus iudicetur
From which the world will be judged
Iudex ergo cum sedebit
When the judge is seated
Quidquid latet apparebit
Everything hidden will be revealed
Nil inultum remanebit
Nothing will remain unpunished
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus
What am I, a wretch, then to say?
Quem patronum rogaturus
Whom shall I call to my aid?
Cum vix iustus sit securus?
When even the righteous may barely be secure?
Contributed by Penelope V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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The might makes right crushes what's in the way.
We're deaf to pleas and blind to gestures.
It's better to follow flow of the crowd.
Whoever will survive this battle?
It's too late when dam finally breaks.
Weakness leads to collapse and failure.
When the sound of out march overwhelms your cries, turn to our music for guidance.
Health is fragile and easily lost like a blade of grass swept away by water.
The forester thought the forest was well and just cared to his garden,
thought there's nothing that conxerns him inside it
but the wolves took over the forrest and ate him raw.
With cold eyes and drops of red,
we burn away hope
rampage is our desire
long will be this night.
We deceive ourselves, shadows are so tempting.
The morning is a thief, but there is still time.
Oh how do we sing tonight!
At the right time poison words will reveal blame. The sickness of dawn hides those who wonder how much time they have left.