Woe! Woe!
Oh, could I free me from the thoughts
That hither, thither, crowd upon my brain,
Against my will!
CHORUS
Dies irae, dies illa, Solvet sæclum in favilla.
[The organ sounds.]
EVIL-SPIRIT
Grim horror seizes thee!
The trumpet sounds!
The graves are shaken!
And thy heart
From ashy rest
For torturing flames
Anew created,
Trembles into life!
MARGARET
Would I were hence!
It is as if the organ
Choked my breath,
As if the choir
Melted my inmost heart!
CHORUS
Judex ergo cum sedebit, Quidquid latet adparebit, Nil inultum remanebit.