modo nempe horrendus ab astris descendit vos usque fragor:mea sacra premebat tempestas, ego mixta viri furialibus armis bella deum et magnas ridebam fulminis iras.
Just now a dreadful crash descended from the stars to your world, did it not? The sacred storm above you was mine, I mingled with the warriors mad arms and laughed at wars of gods and the mighty wrath of the thunderbolt.
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