gramina, sanguineis undant tentoria rivis; fumat humus, somnique et mortis anhelitus una volvitur; haud quisquam visus aut ora iacentum erexit: tali miseris deus aliger umbra incubat et tantum morientia lumina solvit.
The grasses soak black with gore, the tents are awash with sangunary streams. The ground smokes and the laboured breath of sleep and death rolls forth together. None of the prostrate men lifted eyes or head; so dense the shadow wherewith the winged god broods over the unfortunates, opening their eyes only as they die.
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