Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul

[English translate: Summoning Us]

to you I now descend, oh you, souls.
and to purge sorrow, you forlorn spirits,
the curse I shall
the misanthropic curse, its sordid, purple claws
to carve your forehead, instead of
with iron in fire

in vain will pride be seethed in dried up and scorched
in death-swallowed eyeballs, on purple-hued
by putrid blood that
can I ever chose from your exhausted entity
no free from dying, no undeceiving right
oh, you men walking

see, how urns now burst, the resurrect
alike the past, which murmurs with the
of the empire
see the far-off shadows, they dress in steely
and raise their foreheads that gone grey
great and great cesar

the rotten thrones are crumbling swept by tempests
the rulers iron scepters, the heavy chain of
are now crushed
the gates of the inferno wide-opened
now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths
of grim who perish

oh, holy minds, who set the stars to sing...
who create another world on this of mud and grime
fools and wise, young and old, sound, and light
all is dust, the like this, and so we all are