Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul

[English translate: Earth Us]

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

in vain will pride be seethed in veins dried up and
in death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads
by blood that died
what can I ever chose from your exhausted
no fires free from dying, no undeceiving
oh, you men walking

see, how now burst, the ashes resurrect
alike the past, which murmurs with the
of the roman
see the shadows, they dress in steely armour
and raise their noble that gone grey
great traian and great

the rotten thrones are swept by tempests waters
the rulers iron scepters, the chain of slaves
together are now
the gates of the inferno wide-opened
now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths
of tyrants who perish

oh, holy minds, who set the stars to sing...
who create another world on realms of mud and grime
fools and wise, young and old, sound, and light
all is dust, the world's this, and so we all are