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, its sordid, purple claws
to carve your forehead, instead of
iron burnt in fire

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

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 gone grey
great and great cesar

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

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