Day of Wrath (Dies Irae)

Day of wrath, judgment comes, no escape, better run—
Trumpets blare, sky split, tell me where you'll stand when it's done
Yo, the sky crack, trumpet sounds, time to meet the maker—
World in flames, sinner or saint, which side you cater?
Judgment's here, no savior now, no favors, no prayers—
The final reckoning, look inside, see who's been the traitor
I was born in the fire, risen from the ashes—
Lived through the trials, survived all the clashes
Now it's the day, the final score's been written—
Your past catching up, no more chances for forgivin'
Souls torn apart, feel the weight of the sins—
No more disguises, now the trial begins
Rich or poor, ain't no gold that can save—
All that you own gets buried in the grave
(Dies Irae, Dies Illa)
Judgment's day, no place to hide, no delay—
Who will rise? Who will fall? Tell me, what's your fate?
(Dies Irae, Dies Illa)
The righteous climb, the wicked burn, flames take them all—
Which side you on when the trumpets call?
Came from the dust, to dust we return—
But what you did in between? That's what you gon' learn
Every word, every lie, every seed you been sowin'—
It's harvest time now, every action been known
No priests, no lawyers, no one to defend—
Your story's written clear, this the bitter end
Was you seeking truth, or chasing after power?
Was you living for the light, or the final hour?
You could stack your paper, build your throne—
But in the flames, everything you built gets overthrown
I stand tall, face the heat, never break or fold—
Judgment comes, but my soul already been sold... to the Light
(Dies Irae, Dies Illa)
Judgment's day, no place to hide, no delay—
Who will rise? Who will fall? Tell me, what's your fate?
(Dies Irae, Dies Illa)
The righteous climb, the wicked burn, flames take them all—
Which side you on when the trumpets call?
Trumpets in the distance, heaven's gates wide—
The flames keep rising, no place left to hide
On that day, it's too late to repent—
The hourglass flips, every second spent
Look deep, ask yourself, where your heart stay?
When that final call comes, can you stand and say
I walked right, fought my fight, faced my fears?
Or will you tremble when the end appears?
(Dies Irae, Dies Illa)
Judgment's day, no place to hide, no delay—
Who will rise? Who will fall? Tell me, what's your fate?
(Dies Irae, Dies Illa)
The righteous climb, the wicked burn, flames take them all—
Which side you on when the trumpets call?
Day of wrath, it's the end, now you face your fate—
A life in the light, or cast into the flame