Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul

[English translate: Summoning Us]

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

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

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

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

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