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 invoke
the misanthropic curse, with its sordid, claws
to carve forehead, instead of cattlebrand
with iron in fire

in vain will pride be seethed in veins up and scorched
in death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads
by putrid that died
what can I ever from your exhausted entity
no fires free from dying, no right
oh, you dead men

see, how urns now burst, the ashes
alike the past, which murmurs with the
of the roman
see the far-off shadows, they dress in armour
and raise their noble foreheads that gone
great traian and cesar

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