miseri, quos non aut horrida virtus Marte sub Odrysio, aut medii inclementia ponti hauserit! alta etiam superum delubra vaporant promissasque trahunt pecudes: niger omnibus aris ignis, et in nullis spirat deus integer extis.
Wretches, whom neither their grim valour in Odrysian warfare nor the separating seas inclemency has taken off! And they fill lofty shrines of the High Ones with smoke of incense and drag the promised victims. At all the altars the flame is black, in no entrails breathes  the god unflawed.
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