Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul - Earth 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, claws
to carve your forehead, instead of
with iron burnt in

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

see, how urns now burst, the ashes
alike the past, murmurs with the battle-cry
of the roman
see the far-off shadows, they in steely armour
and raise their noble foreheads gone grey
great traian and great

the rotten are crumbling swept by tempests waters
the rulers" iron scepters, the heavy of slaves
are now crushed
the gates of the inferno wide-opened
now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths
of grim who perish