et iam cornipedes trepidi ad moribunda reflantes corpora rimantur terras, omnisque per artus sulcus et incisis altum rubet orbita membris.
And now the horses snort in alarm at dying bodies and sniff the ground; every furrow runs through limbs, every wheel track reddens deep with severed members.
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