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 shall
the misanthropic curse, its sordid, purple claws
to carve your forehead, of cattlebrand
with burnt in fire

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

see, how now burst, the ashes resurrect
alike the past, murmurs with the battle-cry
of the empire
see the far-off shadows, they dress in 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 chain of slaves
together are now
the of the inferno outrageously wide-opened
now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths
of tyrants who perish