La voi acuma, voi suflete-amagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, l invoc Blestemul mizantropic, cu lui gheara Ca sa va pe frunte, vita ce se-nfiara Cu ars n foc...
O, fiarba-va n vinele stocite, n ochii de moarte, pe frunti nvinetite De putrezit Ce am de-alege oare n fiinta? Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce fara sa-mi minta O, morti de vii
Vedeti cum urna, cenusa renvie Cum murmura trecutul cu de batalie Poporului Cum se-mbraca cu zale ferecate Si carunte le-nalta de departe Un Cesar, un
Cad tronuri n marea de urgie Se sfarma deodata cu de sclavie Si de fier n doua parti Infernul deschide Spre-a-ncapea cu mia hde Tiranilor ce
O, sfinte vizionare Ce faceati (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) sa cnte(zboare) Ce creati o alta lume pe lume de noroi (Noi reducem tot la pravul, azi in noi in ruina,) Prosti si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, Toate-s praf, cum este... si ca dnsa sntem noi.
Si singur stau si caut, ca uliul cata n inima-omenirii de dezbracata Un strv sfsia...
[English translation: 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 your forehead, instead of With iron burnt in
In vain will pride be in veins dried up and scorched In eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued By putrid blood that What can I ever from your exhausted entity No fires free from dying, no right Oh, you men walking
See, how now burst, the ashes resurrect Alike the past, which with the battle-cry Of the roman See the far-off shadows, dress in steely armour And raise their noble foreheads that grey Great and great cesar
The rotten thrones are crumbling swept by waters The rulers iron scepters, the heavy of slaves Together are now The gates of the inferno wide-opened Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved Of tyrants who perish
Oh, holy minds, who set the stars to sing... Who create another world on realms of mud and grime Fools and wise, and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the world's this, and so we all are