Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul

[English translate: Earth Us]

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

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

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

the thrones are crumbling swept by tempests waters
the iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves
together are now
the of the inferno outrageously wide-opened
engulfing now by thousands the filthy, breaths
of tyrants grim who

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