Now stream the peasants where the wood
’Neath Hrubá Skála grows,
And each is weapon’d with a flail,
That ’gainst the Saxons goes,
’Tis Benes leads the van, the folk
Doth follow wrathful wise,
And vengeance, vengeance every man
Against the plund’rers cries.
O anger fierce and savage wrath
Did fill both armies then,
And in the inmost breasts did storm
Of the enraged men!
And fury in the foemen’s eyes
Against each other glows,
And club ’gainst club on high they raise,
And spears to spears oppose.
On one another rush’d the hosts,
As wood on wood were hurl’d,
And like the lightning of the sky,
So gleam’d the swords they whirl’d.
A fearful cry arising thence
The forest beasts doth fright,
And scareth all the wingéd fowls
To the third ridge’s height.
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