Chorus
Ah, the earth! Ah, the earth! Twin savage beasts, two murderous souls with brandished spears will soon be draining the fallen, fallen enemy's blood. Unhappy,
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that they ever thought of single combat! In foreign voice I will chant a dirge of tears and wailing, in mourning for the dead. Close to murder stands their fortune;
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the coming day will decide it. Fatal this slaughter, fatal, because of the Furies.