La voi acuma, voi suflete-amagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, Blestemul l Blestemul mizantropic, cu lui gheara Ca sa va pe frunte, vita ce se-nfiara Cu ars n foc...
O, fiarba-va mndria n stocite, n ochii de moarte, pe frunti nvinetite De snge Ce am de-alege oare n fiinta? Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce drept fara sa-mi O, morti de vii
Vedeti cum crapa urna, cenusa Cum murmura trecutul cu de batalie Roman Cum umbrele cu zale ferecate Si carunte le-nalta de departe Un Cesar, un
Cad tronuri n marea de urgie Se sfarma cu lantul de sclavie Si sceptrele de n doua parti Infernul deschide Spre-a-ncapea cu mia hde ce pier
O, firi vizionare Ce (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) steaua sa cnte(zboare) Ce creati o alta lume pe asta lume de (Noi reducem tot la pravul, azi in noi in ruina,) Prosti si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, praf, lumea-I cum este... si ca dnsa sntem noi.
Si stau si caut, ca uliul care cata n inima-omenirii de viata Un spre-a-l sfsia...
[English translation: Summoning Us]
To you I now descend, oh you, souls. And to purge sorrow, you forlorn spirits, The I shall invoke The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, claws To carve your forehead, instead of With burnt in fire
In vain will pride be seethed in veins up and scorched In death-swallowed eyeballs, on purple-hued By blood that died What can I ever chose your exhausted entity No fires free from dying, no undeceiving Oh, you men walking
See, how urns now burst, the ashes Alike the past, which with the battle-cry Of the empire 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 by tempests waters The iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves are now crushed The gates of the inferno wide-opened Engulfing now by the filthy, depraved breaths Of tyrants who perish
Oh, visionary minds, who set the stars to sing... Who create another on this realms of mud and grime Fools and wise, and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the like this, and so we all are