👉 Okay, settle in closely, because we’re wading into some rather…textured territory here. When I hear the phrase "Day Of Wrath, Day Of Mourning, Dies Irae Dykes," my immediate thought is that this isn't a cheerful bingo night saying. It’s a profoundly unsettling piece of late 19th and early 20th-century religious-turned-literary-turned-folkloristic morbid weirdness.
Let's unpack the wreckage, as we absolutely should: The Anatomy of the Beast (…the Phrase Anyway) Essentially, this isn’t a single, contained saying. It began its life in 1820 within Joseph Angus and James Hitchcox's Anglican hymn anthology. The full original line—quoted here for posterity (and your slight horror)—was: ’ ''’'’———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————
