Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemn   Vopsite cu trei culori, pazesc pe marginea soselei   Fintina celor... crediciosi!      Trei cruci pe marginea soselei cu gesturi largi de miini bolnave   Opresc din drum pe calatori si parca-s trei spinzuratori   De care atirna trei crisosi...      Intr-o zi impinsi de-acelasi funerar indemn   Ca dou-armate puse una-n fata alteia   Cumintii se-ntilnira cu nebunii   Copiii mortilor de miine se-ntilnira cu parintii...      "Si-armatele-ncepura lupta la umbra crucilor de lemn   Deoparte flutura stindardul credintei... alb... curat..."      ...ca albul cel curat, al florilor de nufar   Iar tricolorul nebuniei, inchis cu grija-n cite-in cufar   De craniu omenesc...   Sta gata sa se desfasoare la cea dintii ingenuncheare   A albului domnesc...      Insa-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea   Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia   "Iar fumul din clopotnitele-aprinse deschidea-n albastrul:"   Drumul altui fum, mai greu, mai negru si-albastrul   se-nnegrea...      Si-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea   Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia      Si multimea-nspaimintata, spre clopotnitele-aprinse   Se-ndrumeaza grupuri, grupuri, cei cuminti privesc plingind   Pling ca resturile unei armate-nvinse, iar nebunul sta deoparte   Si zimbeste ... fredonind:   BLASFEMIE !!!   "Iar tricolorul nebuniei adapostea pe-nvingatori!!!"      English translate: Banner Of Blasphemy      Three wooden crosses   Three huge crosses of wood   Painted with three colors   On the margin of the road   Guarding the fountain of the believers   Three crosses   On the margin of the road   With gestures made by morbid hands   They hinder wanderers whilst passing   Like three gallows on holy lands   Where three christians are hanging...      Inclined by a funeral stir   On a fatal sky, so blur   Like two armies enticed to war   The mad have fallen upon the brave   The children of 'morrows dead   Their parents had met      In the shade of the wooden crosses   The armies began their battle   Aside... the banner of creedance flattered   White and clean   Like the cleanest white men have seen      And the blasphemic flag of madness   Safely embedded in each human skull   Was ready to unfold at the first   Subjugation of the royal white      On the same day, blackened by fumes   The heavens seem to be the ceiling   Of a collapsing cathedral, bleeding      And the fumes of the burning steeples   Opened in the celestial blue   The way of another fume   Blacker, heavier, and the blue   Has become black, too      So the horrified people   Hasten to the burning steeples   The brave behold whilst crying   Like the remnants of a defeated army      And the madmen stay aside   Grinning and humming: Blasphemy   And the tricolor of madness was sheltering   The conquerors!