terrigenae comites illos, gens Martia, cingunt, quis aevi mensura dies; manus omnis in armis, omnis et in capulo; prohibent obstantque ruuntque spirantum rabie, nec tristi incumbere fossae cura, sed alternum sitis exhaurire cruorem.
Their earthborn companions, the Martian race, surround them, whose lifespan was a day, every hand on weapon, every hand on hilt. They block and bar and rush with the fury of living beings, nor care to bend to the gloomy trench but thirst to drain each others blood.
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