Three wooden crosses - Three huge wooden crosses  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  Asie… 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!