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 I shall invoke
the curse, with its sordid, purple claws
to carve your forehead, instead of
with iron in fire

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

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

the rotten thrones are crumbling by tempests waters
the iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves
together are now
the gates of the inferno wide-opened
now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths
of tyrants who perish

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