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 I shall invoke
the misanthropic curse, with its sordid, claws
to carve your forehead, 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 men walking

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

the thrones are crumbling swept by tempests waters
the rulers" iron scepters, the chain of slaves
are now crushed
the gates of the inferno outrageously
engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved
of grim who perish