Τα σπαει!!!!
Και το στιχοι:
Tuba mirum, spargens sonum,
per sepulcra regionum,
coget omnes ante thronum.
Mors stupebit et natura,
cum resurget creatura
judicanti responsura.
Liber scriptus proferetur
in quo totum continetur
unde mundus judicetur
Judex ergo cum sedebit,
quidquid latet, apparebit
nil inultum remanebit.
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus,
cum vix justus sit securus?
Που παει να πει:
The trumpet, scattering its awful sound
across the graves of all lands,
summons all before the throne.
Death and nature shall be stunned
when mankind arises
to render account before the judge.
The written book shall be brought
in which all is contained
whereby the world shall be judged.
When the judge takes his seat
all that is hidden shall appear,
nothing shall remain unavenged.
What shall I, a wretch, say then?
To which protector shall I appeal
when even the just man is barely safe?