La voi cobor acuma, voi Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, l invoc Blestemul mizantropic, cu lui gheara Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, vita ce Cu ars n foc...
O, fiarba-va n vinele stocite, n ochii stinsi de moarte, pe nvinetite De putrezit Ce am de-alege n seaca-va fiinta? Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce drept fara sa-mi O, morti de vii
Vedeti cum urna, cenusa renvie Cum murmura trecutul cu de batalie Poporului Cum umbrele cu zale ferecate Si carunte le-nalta de departe Un Cesar, un
Cad putredele tronuri n marea de Se sfarma deodata cu lantul de Si de fier n doua Infernul portalele-si 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 tot la pravul, azi in noi mani in ruina,) si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, lumina Toate-s praf, cum este... si ca dnsa sntem noi.
Si singur stau si caut, ca uliul care n de viata dezbracata Un strv sfsia...
[English translation: Summoning Us]
To you I now descend, oh you, souls. And to purge your sorrow, you spirits, The I shall invoke The misanthropic curse, its sordid, purple claws To carve your forehead, of cattlebrand With iron burnt in
In vain will pride be seethed in veins up and scorched In eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued By putrid blood that What can I ever chose your exhausted entity No fires from dying, no undeceiving right Oh, you dead men
See, how urns now burst, the resurrect Alike the past, which murmurs the battle-cry Of the roman See the far-off shadows, they in steely armour And raise their noble foreheads gone grey Great and great cesar
The rotten thrones are crumbling swept by tempests The rulers iron scepters, the heavy of slaves are now crushed The gates of the inferno outrageously Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, breaths Of tyrants who perish
Oh, holy minds, who set the stars to sing... Who create another world on this of mud and grime and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the like this, and so we all are