La voi cobor acuma, voi suflete-amagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, spirite-ametite Blestemul îl invoc Blestemul mizantropic, cu vînata lui gheara Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, vita ce se-nfiara Cu fierul ars în foc...
O, fiarba-va mîndria în vinele stocite, �n ochii stinsi de moarte, pe frunti învinetite De sînge putrezit Ce am de-alege oare în seaca-va fiinta? Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce drept fara sa-mi minta O, oameni morti de vii
Vedeti cum crapa urna, cenusa reînvie Cum murmura trecutul cu glas de batalie Poporului Roman Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu zale ferecate Si fruntile carunte le-nalta de departe Un Cesar, un Traian
Cad putredele tronuri în marea de urgie Se sfarma deodata cu lantul de sclavie Si sceptrele de fier �n doua parti Infernul portalele-si deschide Spre-a-ncapea cu mia rasufletele hîde Tiranilor ce pier
O, sfinte firi vizionare Ce faceati (valul sa cînte, ce puneati) steaua sa cînte(zboare) 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 Toate-s praf, lumea-I cum este... si ca dînsa sîntem noi.
[Chorus:] Si singur stau si caut, ca uliul care cata �n inima-omenirii de viata dezbracata Un stîrv spre-a-l sfîsia...
[English translate: Earth Summoning Us]
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 death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued 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 battle-cry of the roman empire see the far-off 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 wide-opened 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 world's like this, and so we all are