cornicinum curva aera silent, placabilis inplet vaginam gladius, sedato et pulvere campi suda redit facies liquidae sine nube diei, purpuream videas caeli clarescere lucem.
The trumpeters curved brasses are silent, the sword returns in peace to its scabbard, the dust settles down on the field, the bright face of clear cloudless day comes back, and light from heaven begins to shine resplendent to the view.
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