La voi acuma, voi suflete-amagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, l invoc Blestemul mizantropic, cu lui gheara Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, ce se-nfiara Cu ars n foc...
O, mndria n vinele stocite, n stinsi de moarte, pe frunti nvinetite De putrezit Ce am de-alege oare n seaca-va Ce foc se stinge, ce drept fara sa-mi minta O, oameni de vii
Vedeti cum crapa urna, cenusa Cum murmura trecutul cu de batalie Roman Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu ferecate Si fruntile le-nalta de departe Un Cesar, un
Cad putredele tronuri n 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 asta lume de (Noi reducem tot la pravul, azi in noi in ruina,) Prosti si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, Toate-s praf, lumea-I cum este... si ca dnsa noi.
Si stau si caut, ca uliul care cata n de viata dezbracata Un strv 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, its sordid, purple claws To carve your forehead, instead of With iron burnt in
In vain will pride be seethed in veins dried up and In death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads By blood that died What can I chose from your exhausted entity No free from dying, no undeceiving right Oh, you dead men
See, how now burst, the ashes resurrect Alike the past, murmurs with the battle-cry Of the roman See the far-off shadows, they dress in armour And raise their foreheads that gone grey Great traian and cesar
The rotten are crumbling swept by tempests waters The rulers iron scepters, the heavy chain of are now crushed The gates of the inferno outrageously now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths Of tyrants who perish
Oh, visionary minds, who set the stars to sing... Who create another world on this 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