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!