Dies Irae
Dark Moor Lyrics


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Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis.

When the sun is flustered
And the moon is free
The great little master
Write a bitter melody
The notes fevers in my breast,
Aches to be away

Eternal wisdom
In glorious kingdom
That is my sole wish

Chorus:
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
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando iudex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus.

The sound is around
Long life to the king
Never falling down
Rex gloria, Rex gloria
Witness of the time
Spirit is sublime
No more feels of pain no more hate
A revenge is going away

Where is my destiny?
Where is my fantasy?
I need to free my soul and cry
Someone to pray for me
I need to free my soul and will die

There wells up the only tear
We shed without woe
And ride like the wind because
The music is enthralled

The notes fever's in my breast,
Aches to be away

Eternal wisdom
In glorious kingdom
That is my sole wish

chorus:
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
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando iudex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus.


The soft sleep to your bed
Is not worth pursuing
You will so soon be dead
Death will serve instead
Turn to the thing
He was born to be
A master to the king
Keep your fancy free
In the deep of the sea

Salva me, fons pietatis.

chorus variation:
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
Quantus tremor est futurus,




Quando iudex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Dark Moor's song "Dies Irae" address themes of death, judgment, and musical passion. The first stanza references "Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis," which translates to "the accused being convicted, sent to the fierce flames" and comes from the Latin Requiem Mass. Yet, the following lines diverge from this religious context, describing a musical creator writing a "bitter melody" that causes "fevers in my breast" and "aches to be away." The chorus invokes the power of music to transport the singer beyond the confines of their "world," while the final verse offers a somewhat cryptic message about serving a "master to the king" and keeping "your fancy free in the deep of the sea."


One possible interpretation of "Dies Irae" is that it portrays a musician who feels trapped between the ordinary mortal realm (symbolized by death and judgment) and the transcendent realm of creativity, symbolized by music. The Latin phrases serve both to provide a somber, ritualistic setting and to contrast with the more personal, emotional lyrics that follow. The singer longs for escape from their internal pain and struggles to hold onto their sense of self and individuality in a society that values conformity and service to authority. The song concludes with a plea for salvation ("Salva me, fons pietatis") that underscores the urgency of the singer's search for meaning and direction.


Line by Line Meaning

Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis.
The damned are defeated, sentenced to eternal flame.


When the sun is flustered And the moon is free The great little master Write a bitter melody The notes fevers in my breast, Aches to be away Eternal wisdom In glorious kingdom That is my sole wish
When the world is in turmoil, the composer creates a haunting melody that reflects their longing for a serene afterlife ruled by a divine wisdom.


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
In the midst of artistic inspiration, the composer feels transported beyond their earthly existence to a realm where music is all that matters.


Dies irae, dies illa, Solvet saeclum in favilla: Teste David cum Sybilla Quantus tremor est futurus, Quando iudex est venturus, Cuncta stricte discussurus.
The day of wrath, the end of the world, when all will be destroyed and judged by God, and everything will be examined and accounted for.


The sound is around Long life to the king Never falling down Rex gloria, Rex gloria Witness of the time Spirit is sublime No more feels of pain no more hate A revenge is going away Where is my destiny? Where is my fantasy? I need to free my soul and cry Someone to pray for me I need to free my soul and will die
In the midst of a grand musical performance, the composer reflects on the transience of life and the need to be free from suffering by finding solace in a higher power.


There wells up the only tear We shed without woe And ride like the wind because The music is enthralled The notes fever's in my breast, Aches to be away Eternal wisdom In glorious kingdom That is my sole wish
In the midst of emotional turmoil, the composer finds comfort in the beauty of music and yearns for an eternal afterlife in a divine kingdom.


The soft sleep to your bed Is not worth pursuing You will so soon be dead Death will serve instead Turn to the thing He was born to be A master to the king Keep your fancy free In the deep of the sea Salva me, fons pietatis.
The composer advises against seeking the comfort of sleep as death is inevitable, urging others to embrace their true purpose in life and seek mastery over their art while remaining true to their artistic vision.




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@gilsonmozart1530

226 years have passed and Mozart still rules.

@DEATH14269

That shit is crazy when you think about it yet still most new age artists cannot be compared...but when its remade its like... omg it got refreshed

@DEATH14269

Amadeus the true king of rock

@cheeseandonions9558

Ironically the Requiem is very atypical of Mozart style... More like Bach.

@megasharkking7158

Make that 228 years m8
2019 for Mozart

@TR-bk1ts

Dies irae isn't Mozart's though

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@Archeon233

If Mozart were still alive.... he'd be a metalhead

@markchapman6576

Mozart WAS a metalhead!

@IrjeNassar

He IS alive!

@FishfaceTheDestroyer

He's Mozart!

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