and is free. There, a doctor, called the werewolf, whose history's
well known. There, two parents, who grieved themselves to death
over a son who raised his hand against theirs. He must be
responsible for refusing to follow his father's bier and
desecrating his mother's grave. There's his unhappy sister, whom he
drove out into the snow, as he himself recounts, with the best
intentions. Over there's a woman who's been abandoned with her two
children, and there's another doing crochet work. ... All are old
acquaintances. Go and greet them!

(The STRANGER has turned his back on the company: he now goes to
the table, left, and sits down with his back to them. He raises his
head, sees the picture of the Archangel Michael and lowers his
eyes. The CONFESSOR stands behind the STRANGER. A Catholic Requiem
can be heard from the chapel. The CONFESSOR speaks to the STRANGER
in a low voice while the music goes on.)

Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando judex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus,
Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulchra 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