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

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

see, how urns now burst, the resurrect
the past, which murmurs with the battle-cry
of the roman
see the far-off shadows, they dress in armour
and raise their noble foreheads gone grey
great and great cesar

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

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 like this, and so we all are