Capitolo 73
Both ye his/her help! Your cause that I beg with mine--
A city saved doth honour to his of the!
[_Exit_ ETEOCLES, _etc. The_ enters they Sing Of Young girl.
CHOIR
I groan in the stress of my terror,
and acute it is mine to whine some desperation.
The foemens roll ahead from their field
as a billow, and before them they are born!
Their horsemen are rapid in the first line,
dust rises above to the sky,
A signals, although been struck dumb, of decree,
a clearer herald of a to whine!
Clog-stamped on, the earth of my love
bears before the noise to dig ears.
As a stream that comes down a mountain,
thunder and echoes and draws near to!
The decree is unloosened and cometh!
Or it governs and the queens of Or of tall Sky,
Prevails that it doesn't fall on us:
the signal for their assault is given--
Them brook to the walls from without,
white-screened and acute for the scuffle.
They storms to the gates of citadel--
what god or that goddess you/they can be
The rush of their feet? to that shrine
will I arch me in terror and will I pray?
Of the of Or tall-throned in the beatitude,
we have to crouch us to the shrines in Your house!
Here it owes not us we remain and we groan:
you screen clashes on shield as them they come--
And even now it is now the time,
for the bathrobes and the chapletses of prayer!
Mine looks at touch the shine of the sword,
the din is instinct with the lance!
It is thy damage envoy against us Or Ares,
in downfall and anger to o'erwhelm
Thine his/her own immemorial earth,
God of Or of the gilded rudder?
You repute there down, we implore thee,
on the earth that you lovest of old man,
It is ye, Or that it protects of the,
in pity Your people they see!
Yea, us safe, the virgin troop,
from the decree and it despairs some slave,
For the crests of the foemen come before,
their rush is the rush of a wave
Rolled above by the breath of the war-god!
almighty, feels rescue and we