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Tuba Mirum

Tuba Mirum
Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulcra regionum,
Coget omnes ante thronum.

Mors stupebit et natura,
Cum resurget creatura,
Judicanti responsura.

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus,
Cum vix justus sit securus?
Quem patronum rogaturus,
Cum vix justus sit securus?

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?
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
Quem patronum rogaturus,
Cum vix justus sit securus?
Quem patronum rogaturus,
Cum vix justus sit securus? (x2)

Tuba Mirum

Tuba Mirum
Tuba Mirum, spreading its sound
Through the graves of the regions,
Will gather all before the throne.

Death will be amazed, and nature,
When the creation will rise,
To answer the Judge,

What shall I, wretched, then say,
What shall I, wretched, then say,
Whom shall I ask to be my patron,
When scarcely the just man is secure?
Whom shall I ask to be my patron,
When scarcely the just man is secure?

The written book shall be produced,
In which everything is contained,
From which the world shall be judged.

Therefore, when the Judge sits,
Whatever is hidden shall appear.
Nothing shall remain unpunished.

What shall I, wretched, then say,
What shall I, wretched, then say,
Whom shall I ask to be my patron,
When scarcely the just man is secure?
Whom shall I ask to be my patron,
When scarcely the just man is secure? (x2)