La voi acuma, voi suflete-amagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, l invoc Blestemul mizantropic, cu lui gheara Ca sa va pe frunte, vita ce se-nfiara Cu ars n foc...
O, fiarba-va n vinele stocite, n stinsi de moarte, pe frunti nvinetite De putrezit Ce am de-alege oare n fiinta? Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce drept fara minta O, morti de vii
Vedeti cum crapa urna, renvie Cum trecutul cu glas de batalie Poporului Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu ferecate Si fruntile carunte le-nalta de Un Cesar, un
Cad putredele tronuri n de urgie Se sfarma cu lantul de sclavie Si de fier n doua parti Infernul portalele-si cu mia rasufletele hde Tiranilor ce
O, sfinte firi Ce (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) steaua sa cnte(zboare) Ce creati o alta lume pe asta 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 dnsa noi.
Si stau si caut, ca uliul care cata n de viata dezbracata Un spre-a-l sfsia...
[English Earth Summoning Us]
To you I now descend, oh you, souls. And to your sorrow, you forlorn spirits, The curse I invoke The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, claws To carve forehead, instead 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 that What can I ever from your exhausted entity No fires free from dying, no undeceiving Oh, you dead men
See, how now burst, the ashes resurrect Alike the past, murmurs with the battle-cry Of the empire See the far-off shadows, they dress in steely And raise their noble foreheads that grey Great traian and great
The rotten thrones are crumbling swept by waters The rulers iron scepters, the heavy chain of Together are now The of the inferno outrageously wide-opened Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved Of tyrants grim who
Oh, holy visionary minds, who set the to sing... Who create another world on this of mud and grime Fools and wise, young and old, sound, soul and All is dust, the like this, and so we all are