Dies Irae

Your skin was made by nature We think: God why did you forsake me This new anger This new loss This new old news Your light is the absolute limit We believe, we say: Lord have mercy on my soul This new danger This new fear This new lost faith Doesn't mean a thing to you That day of tears and mourning, from the dust of earth returning Man for judgment must prepare, spare, o God, in mercy spare him What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding, when the just are mercy needing?