La voi cobor acuma, voi sufleteamagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, spiriteametite Blestemul l invoc Blestemul mizantropic, cu vnata lui gheara Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, vita ce senfiara Cu fierul ars n foc... O, fiarbava mndria n vinele stocite, n ochii stinsi de moarte, pe frunti nvinetite De snge putrezit Ce am dealege oare n seacava fiinta? Ce foc fara se stinge, ce drept fara sami minta O, oameni morti de vii Vedeti cum crapa urna, cenusa renvie Cum murmura trecutul cu glas de batalie Poporului Roman Cum umbrele sembraca cu zale ferecate Si fruntile carunte lenalta de departe Un Cesar, un Traian Cad putredele tronuri n marea de urgie Se sfarma deodata cu lantul de sclavie Si sceptrele de fier n doua parti Infernul portalelesi deschide Spreancapea cu mia rasufletele hde Tiranilor ce pier O, sfinte firi vizionare Ce faceati valul sa cnte, ce puneati steaua sa cntezboare Ce creati o alta lume pe asta lume de noroi Noi reducem tot la pravul, azi in noi mani in ruina, Prosti si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, lumina Toates praf, lumeaI cum este... si ca dnsa sntem noi. Si singur stau si caut, ca uliul care cata n inimaomenirii de viata dezbracata Un strv spreal sfsia... To you I now descend, oh you, deluded souls. And to purge your sorrow, you forlorn spirits, The curse I shall invoke The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple claws To carve your forehead, instead of cattlebrand With iron burnt in fire In vain will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched In deathswallowed eyeballs, on foreheads purplehued By putrid blood that died What can I ever chose from your exhausted entity No fires free from dying, no undeceiving right Oh, you dead men walking See, how urns now burst, the ashes resurrect Alike the past, which murmurs with the battlecry Of the roman empire See the faroff shadows, they dress in steely armour And raise their noble foreheads that gone grey Great traian and great cesar The rotten thrones are crumbling swept by tempests waters The rulers iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves Together are now crushed The gates of the inferno outrageously wideopened Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths Of tyrants grim who perish Oh, holy visionary minds, who set the stars to sing... Who create another world on this realms of mud and grime Fools and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the worlds like this, and so we all are
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