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, with its sordid, claws
to carve your forehead, instead of
with iron in fire

in will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched
in eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued
by putrid blood that
can I ever chose from your exhausted entity
no free from dying, no undeceiving right
oh, you dead men

see, how urns now burst, the ashes
the past, which murmurs with the battle-cry
of the empire
see the far-off shadows, dress in steely armour
and their noble foreheads that gone grey
great traian and great

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