Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul

[English translate: Summoning Us]

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

in vain will pride be seethed in dried up and scorched
in death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads
by blood that died
what can I chose from your 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 roman
see the far-off shadows, they dress in steely
and raise their noble foreheads that grey
great and great cesar

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

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