Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul

[English translate: Summoning Us]

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

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

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

the rotten thrones are crumbling swept by tempests
the rulers iron scepters, the heavy chain of
together are now
the gates of the inferno outrageously
engulfing now by thousands the filthy, breaths
of grim who perish

oh, holy minds, who set the stars to sing...
who create another world on 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