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, with its sordid, claws
to carve forehead, instead of cattlebrand
with iron burnt in

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

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 steely
and their noble foreheads that gone grey
great and great cesar

the rotten thrones are crumbling by tempests waters
the rulers" iron scepters, the heavy of slaves
together are now
the gates of the inferno wide-opened
engulfing now by the filthy, depraved breaths
of tyrants who perish