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

in vain pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched
in death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads
by putrid blood that
what can I ever chose from your exhausted
no fires free dying, no undeceiving right
oh, you men walking

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

the rotten thrones are crumbling swept by waters
the rulers" iron scepters, the heavy chain of
together are now
the gates of the outrageously wide-opened
engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved
of tyrants grim who