Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul - Earth Summoning Us

to you I now descend, oh you, souls.
and to purge your sorrow, you spirits,
the I shall invoke
the misanthropic curse, with its sordid, claws
to carve your forehead, of cattlebrand
with iron in fire

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

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

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