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 curse, with its sordid, purple claws
to carve your forehead, of cattlebrand
iron burnt in fire

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

see, how now burst, the ashes resurrect
alike the past, which with the battle-cry
of the roman
see the shadows, they 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 gates of the outrageously wide-opened
engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved
of tyrants grim who

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