Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul - Earth 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 burnt in

in vain will pride be seethed in dried up and scorched
in eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued
by putrid that died
what can I chose from your exhausted entity
no fires from dying, no undeceiving right
oh, you men walking

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

the thrones are crumbling swept by tempests waters
the rulers" iron scepters, the chain of slaves
are now crushed
the gates of the inferno wide-opened
engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved
of tyrants grim who