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
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 exhausted entity
no fires free from dying, no right
oh, you men walking

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

the rotten are crumbling swept by tempests waters
the rulers iron scepters, the 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 minds, who set the stars to sing...
who another world on this realms of mud and grime
and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light
all is dust, the world's this, and so we all are