La voi acuma, voi suflete-amagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, Blestemul l Blestemul mizantropic, cu lui gheara Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, vita ce Cu ars n foc...
O, fiarba-va mndria n stocite, n ochii de moarte, pe frunti nvinetite De snge Ce am oare n seaca-va fiinta? Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce fara sa-mi minta O, oameni de vii
Vedeti cum crapa urna, cenusa Cum murmura cu glas de batalie Roman Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu ferecate Si fruntile carunte le-nalta de Un Cesar, un
Cad tronuri n marea de urgie Se sfarma deodata cu de sclavie Si de fier n doua parti Infernul portalele-si Spre-a-ncapea cu mia hde Tiranilor ce
O, firi vizionare Ce (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) steaua sa cnte(zboare) Ce creati o lume pe asta lume 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 singur stau si caut, ca uliul care n inima-omenirii de viata Un spre-a-l sfsia...
[English Earth Summoning Us]
To you I now descend, oh you, souls. And to purge sorrow, you forlorn spirits, The curse I invoke The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, claws To carve your forehead, instead of iron burnt in fire
In vain will be seethed in veins dried up and scorched In death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads By putrid blood that What can I ever chose from your entity No fires free from dying, no undeceiving Oh, you men walking
See, how urns now burst, the resurrect Alike the past, which murmurs the battle-cry Of the empire See the far-off shadows, they dress in steely And raise their noble foreheads gone grey traian and great cesar
The rotten are crumbling swept by tempests waters The iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves Together are now The gates of the inferno wide-opened Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, breaths Of tyrants grim who
Oh, holy minds, who set the stars to sing... Who create another world on realms of mud and grime Fools and wise, young and old, sound, soul and All is dust, the world's this, and so we all are