Behold the Grievous Angel Upon this day of wrath See the demons slathering For the spoils of aftermath Grievous Angel casts his eyes Upon your ripened soul Reaps a harvest of your mind Your mortal coil unfolds. Dies Irae, You will die! Fields of agony will be Forever your new home Grievous Angel upon his head Wears a crown of stone Masters of this stinking place Your precious fetid land Day of wrath will end your life Your blood upon the sand Dies Irae, You will die! Sang-Froid sword it sings this day Drinking in your life A fiery mace to crush your bonesSowing bitter strife Abbadon's scorn, Arakiel's rage Tamiel takes your breath Nothing to look forward to Only Azrael's promise of death. Dies Irae, You will die! Dies Irae, You will die!