At Tyrii, quae sola salus, caput omne coronant murorum, nigrasque sudes et lucida ferro spicula et arsuras caeli per inania glandes saxaque in adversos ipsis avulsa rotabant moenibus: exundant saevo fastigia nimbo, armataeque vomunt stridentia tela fenestrae.
But the Tyrians crown every high point on the walls (it is their only recourse) and whirl black  stakes against the foe and javelins flashing with steel and balls that catch fire as they travel through the empty air and stones from the very walls. The summits overflow with a fierce downpour and armed windows vomit whistling darts.
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