Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul - Earth Summoning Us

to you I now descend, oh you, souls.
and to purge sorrow, you forlorn spirits,
the curse I invoke
the misanthropic curse, with its sordid, claws
to carve your forehead, instead of
with burnt in fire

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

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 gone grey
great traian and great

the rotten thrones are swept by tempests waters
the rulers" scepters, the heavy chain of slaves
are now crushed
the gates of the inferno wide-opened
engulfing now by the filthy, depraved breaths
of grim who perish