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

in will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched
in death-swallowed eyeballs, on purple-hued
by putrid that died
what can I ever chose from your 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 roman
see the far-off shadows, dress in steely armour
and raise their noble foreheads that grey
great traian and cesar

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