La voi cobor acuma, voi Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, l invoc Blestemul mizantropic, cu vnata lui Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, ce se-nfiara Cu ars n foc...
O, fiarba-va mndria n stocite, n ochii de moarte, pe frunti nvinetite De putrezit Ce am de-alege oare n fiinta? Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce drept sa-mi minta O, morti de vii
Vedeti cum urna, cenusa renvie Cum murmura cu glas de batalie Roman Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu zale Si fruntile le-nalta de departe Un Cesar, un
Cad putredele tronuri n de urgie Se sfarma cu lantul de sclavie Si sceptrele de n doua parti Infernul portalele-si cu mia rasufletele hde Tiranilor ce
O, firi vizionare Ce faceati (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) sa cnte(zboare) Ce creati o alta lume pe asta de noroi (Noi tot la pravul, azi in noi mani in ruina,) Prosti si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, Toate-s praf, lumea-I cum este... si ca sntem noi.
Si stau si caut, ca uliul care cata n inima-omenirii de viata Un spre-a-l sfsia...
translation: Earth Summoning Us]
To you I now descend, oh you, souls. And to your sorrow, you forlorn spirits, The curse I shall The misanthropic curse, its sordid, purple claws To carve forehead, instead of cattlebrand With iron burnt in
In vain pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched In death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads By putrid blood that What can I ever chose from exhausted entity No fires free from dying, no undeceiving Oh, you dead men
See, how urns now burst, the ashes Alike the past, which murmurs the battle-cry Of the roman See the far-off shadows, they dress in armour And raise their foreheads that gone grey traian and great cesar
The rotten are crumbling swept by tempests waters The rulers iron scepters, the chain of slaves are now crushed The gates of the inferno wide-opened Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, breaths Of grim who perish
Oh, holy visionary minds, who set the to sing... Who create another world on this realms of mud and and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the world's this, and so we all are