Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul

[English Earth Summoning Us]

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

in vain will be seethed in veins dried up and scorched
in eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued
by blood that died
what can I ever chose your exhausted entity
no fires free dying, no undeceiving right
oh, you dead men

see, how urns now burst, the resurrect
alike the past, which murmurs with the
of the empire
see the far-off shadows, they dress in steely
and raise noble foreheads that gone grey
traian and great cesar

the rotten thrones are crumbling by tempests waters
the rulers iron scepters, the heavy chain of
together are now
the gates of the inferno wide-opened
engulfing now by thousands the filthy, breaths
of tyrants who perish

oh, visionary minds, who set the stars 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 like this, and so we all are