With crimson dyed, or with the brand
Of sulphurous powder, firm ye stand,
As in the conflict dire,
The sacrilegious giants rear'd,
Serene the shining gods appear'd,
Midst rolling clouds of fire.
Shouts forth your courage hoarsely high
Bellona's metal roar, the cry
The combat to inflame;
Nor fear ye mortals, when ye view
The streams of blood the waves imbue,
Your prowess that proclaim.
With iron clogg'd the air, the breath
Is drawn each with a dart of Death,
Whose skeleton immense
Bises exulting o'er the scene,
To see such fury rage, and glean
His devastation thence.
O! how he crops youth's fairest flowers,
Or grief o'er life for ever lowers!
See there for vengeance strains
One arm for one that off is torn,
Or when away the head is borne,
Erect the trunk remains.
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