Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul

[English Earth Summoning Us]

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

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

see, how urns now burst, the resurrect
alike the past, which murmurs the battle-cry
of the roman
see the far-off shadows, they dress in steely
and raise their noble that gone grey
traian and great cesar

the rotten thrones are crumbling by tempests waters
the rulers iron scepters, the heavy of slaves
together are now
the gates of the inferno outrageously
engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved
of grim who perish

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