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 seethed in veins dried up and
in death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads
by putrid that died
what can I ever from your exhausted entity
no free 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 empire
see the far-off shadows, they dress in armour
and raise noble foreheads that gone grey
great traian and cesar

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