More glorious than the victory of samothrace
The roar of steel horses, a gesture of destruction
There is no masterpiece, not birthed of violence
We trample over the past with spurts of creation
To live in the absolute: Revolting pleasures
Blessed is the beauty of speed
All alone with black spirits inside
Death, finally tamed, has freed us
To unfathomable reservoirs of the absurd
Our art is cruelty and nothing else
Come my cavalries of crucified dreams
Crushing onward, like iron lions
Dance the winged cadence of their first songs
And why rot? To waste in futile worship
Standing on the world's summit
We launch once again, our insolent challenge to the stars!
Look at us! Drunk with ambition
Our hearts nourished by fire, hatred and speed
Behold the great splendor of the red sword
As it strikes for the first time in our millennial darkness
The only cure for the world: War
