corpora tunc atque arma simul cumulata superstans incipit (oranti nox et iuga longa resultant): diva ferox, magni decus ingeniumque parentis, bellipotens, cui torva genis horrore decoro cassis, et asperso crudescit sanguine Gorgon, nec magis ardentes Mavors hastataque pugnae impulerit Bellona tubas, huic annue sacro, seu Pandionio nostras invisere caedes monte venis, sive Aonia devertis Itone laeta choris, seu tu Libyco Tritone repexas lota comas, quo te biiugo temone frementem intemeratarum volucer rapit axis equarum: nunc tibi fracta virum spolia informesque dicamus exuvias.
Then, standing over the corpses and heaps of weapons, he begins to speak. The night and the long ridges echo his words: "Fierce goddess, glory and wisdom of your great father, mighty in war - on whose cheeks the grim helmet sits in fearful beauty, while the blood-spattered Gorgon glares (and Mars and Bellona, spear-armed for battle, would not rouse more fiery trumpet blasts), favor this rite. Whether you come from Pandion's mount to witness my carnage or turn aside from Aonian Itone, lover of dance, or comb back your hair washed in Libyan Triton, where do you go as you clamor the swift wheels of your inviolate mares in your pair-drawn chariot? Now I dedicate to you broken spoils of warriors, shapeless trophies."