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 I shall invoke
the misanthropic curse, its sordid, purple claws
to carve forehead, instead of cattlebrand
with iron burnt in

in vain pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched
in death-swallowed eyeballs, on purple-hued
by putrid that died
what can I ever chose your exhausted entity
no fires free 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 roman
see the far-off shadows, dress in steely armour
and raise noble foreheads that gone grey
great and great cesar

the thrones are crumbling swept by tempests waters
the rulers" iron scepters, the heavy chain of
together are now
the gates of the inferno outrageously
now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths
of grim who perish