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Chapter 3

Ah! The bloody city,
    all lies,
Full of plunder,
    whose looting never stops!(A)
The crack of the whip,
    the rumbling of wheels;
Horses galloping,
    chariots bounding,
Cavalry charging,
    the flash of the sword,
    the gleam of the spear;
A multitude of slain,
    a mass of corpses,
Endless bodies
    to stumble upon!

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