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, vita ce 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 seaca-va Ce foc se stinge, ce drept fara sa-mi minta O, morti de vii
Vedeti cum crapa urna, renvie Cum murmura cu glas de batalie Roman Cum se-mbraca cu zale ferecate Si fruntile carunte le-nalta de Un Cesar, un
Cad putredele tronuri n de urgie Se deodata cu lantul de sclavie Si sceptrele de n parti Infernul portalele-si deschide Spre-a-ncapea cu mia hde ce pier
O, sfinte vizionare Ce (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) steaua sa cnte(zboare) Ce o alta lume pe asta lume de noroi (Noi tot la pravul, azi in noi mani in ruina,) si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, lumina Toate-s praf, lumea-I cum este... si ca sntem noi.
Si singur stau si caut, ca uliul cata 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 I shall invoke The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple To carve your forehead, of cattlebrand With burnt in fire
In will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched In death-swallowed eyeballs, on purple-hued By putrid blood died What can I ever chose from your exhausted No fires free from dying, no right Oh, you dead men
See, how now burst, the ashes resurrect Alike the past, which murmurs the battle-cry Of the roman See the far-off shadows, they dress in steely And their noble foreheads that gone grey Great traian and 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, depraved Of tyrants grim who
Oh, holy minds, who set the stars to sing... Who create world on this realms of mud and grime and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the world's this, and so we all are