La voi cobor acuma, voi Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, Blestemul l Blestemul mizantropic, cu lui gheara Ca sa va pe frunte, vita ce se-nfiara Cu ars n foc...
O, mndria n vinele stocite, n ochii stinsi de moarte, pe frunti De snge Ce am oare n seaca-va fiinta? Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce fara sa-mi minta O, morti de vii
cum crapa urna, cenusa renvie Cum murmura trecutul cu glas de Poporului Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu ferecate Si carunte le-nalta de departe Un Cesar, un
Cad putredele n marea de urgie Se deodata cu lantul de sclavie Si de fier n doua parti Infernul portalele-si cu mia rasufletele hde Tiranilor ce
O, sfinte firi Ce faceati (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) sa cnte(zboare) Ce creati o alta lume pe asta lume de (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 si caut, ca uliul care cata n inima-omenirii de viata Un strv sfsia...
translation: Earth Summoning Us]
To you I now descend, oh you, souls. And to purge your sorrow, you spirits, The curse I shall The misanthropic curse, its sordid, purple claws To carve your forehead, of cattlebrand With burnt in fire
In vain will pride be seethed in dried up and scorched In eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued By putrid blood that What can I chose from your exhausted entity No fires free dying, no undeceiving right Oh, you dead men
See, how urns now burst, the resurrect Alike the past, which 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 by tempests waters The iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves are now crushed The gates of the inferno outrageously Engulfing now by the filthy, depraved breaths Of grim who perish
Oh, holy minds, who set the stars to sing... Who another world on this realms of mud and grime and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the like this, and so we all are