insula dives agris opibusque armisque virisque, nota situ et Getico nuper ditata triumpho, non maris incursu, non hoste, nec aethere laevo perdidit una omnes orbata excisaque mundo indigenas: non arva viri, non aequora vertunt, conticuere domus, cruor altus et oblita crasso cuncta rubent tabo, magnaeque in moenibus urbis nos tantum et saevi spirant per culmina manes.
The island, prosperous in land and wealth, in arms and men, known of its site  and lately enriched by a Getic triumph, at one blow, not by invasion of the sea or enemy or hostile atmosphere, lost all its people, orphaned and cut out from the world. Men no longer turn the fields or the waters. Silent the houses, deep the blood, all things stained red with clotted gore. Only we are left in the buildings of the great city and on the rooftops fierce spirits breathe.
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