ferrum lassatur in usus innumeros, quod rostra liget, quod muniat arma, belligeros quod frenet equos, quod mille catenis squalentis nectat tunicas, quod sanguine fumet vulneraque alta bibat, quod conspirante veneno impellat mortes; tenuant umentia saxa attritu et pigris addunt mucronibus iras.
Iron is wearied into countless uses, to rivet prows, to protect weapons,  to bridle warhorses, to weave tunics scaly with a thousand chains, to smoke with blood and drink deep wounds, to thrust in death with poison for partner. They grind down moistened stones  and add wrath to lazy sword points.
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