pellitur et patriae et, qui mente novissimus exit, lucis amor; tenet in capulis hastisque paratas ira manus, animusque ultra thoracas anhelus conatur, galeaeque tremunt horrore comarum.
Out goes love of country, and, last to leave mans heart, love of the light. Anger keeps their hands ready on hilt and spear, and the breath pants in effort beyond the corselet, helmets tremble with the rising of the hair.
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