quantus per campos populatis montibus actas contorquet silvas squalenti tergore serpens et late humectat terras spumante veneno, tantus, perdomitis decurrens Alpibus, atro involves bello Italiam tantoque fragore eruta convulsis prosternes oppida muris.
All this is your doing. As that huge serpent with scaly hide laid waste the mountains and hurled the uprooted forests over the plains and wetted the whole earth with its foaming slaver, so you, as huge, will rush down from the conquered Alps and wrap Italy in a black cloud of war; and with a noise like the serpents you will shatter the walls of towns and root out cities and dash them to the ground.
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