ille furentes Bistonas et Geticas populatus caedibus urbes turbidus aetherias currus urguebat ad arces, fulmine cristatum galeae iubar armaque in auro tristia, terrificis monstrorum animata figuris, incutiens: tonat axe polus clipeique cruenta lux rubet, et solem longe ferit aemulus orbis.
He had ravaged the raging Bistones and the Getic towns with carnage. Wildly he was urging his chariot to the heavenly citadel, brandishing the splendour of his bolt-crested helm and shield sombre in gold, alive with monsters fearsome forms. The sky thunders with his wheels and his bucklers light blushes blood red, its orb striking the sun in distant challenge.
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