stupet obruta somno Aonidum legio: tempus nunc funera regum ulcisci miserumque diem; rapite arma morasque frangite portarum: sociis hoc subdere flammas, hoc tumulare suos.
The Aonian legion is sunk in slumbrous stupor. Now is the time to avenge the deaths of our kings and the unhappy day. Snatch up your arms and break the gates delays; this is to light pyres for our comrades, this to entomb our own.
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