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 shall
the misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple
to carve your forehead, of cattlebrand
with iron in fire

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

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

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

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