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 curse, with its sordid, purple claws
to carve your forehead, of cattlebrand
with burnt in fire

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

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

the rotten thrones are crumbling by tempests waters
the iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves
are now crushed
the gates of the outrageously wide-opened
now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths
of tyrants grim who

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