Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul

[English translate: Earth Us]

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

in vain will pride be in veins dried up and scorched
in eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued
by putrid blood died
what can I ever chose from exhausted entity
no fires free from dying, no right
oh, you men walking

see, how urns now burst, the resurrect
alike the past, which with the battle-cry
of the empire
see the shadows, they dress in steely armour
and raise their noble foreheads that grey
great traian and great

the rotten are crumbling swept by tempests waters
the rulers iron scepters, the chain of slaves
together are now
the of the inferno outrageously wide-opened
engulfing now by the filthy, depraved breaths
of grim who perish

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