The earth groaned in the war, Of the opposing wills. The two heroes made of stone, Engaged in mortal battle.
Each the mighty Aeneas, Each the majestic Turnus, Armed with Vulcan's fire. Stone made flesh, made stone.
How powerful they are, What with valour were they blessed! Like bulls locking horns, Fighting to rule the earth.
Battling to become gods themselves, Twin strengths equal in measure, Intent on bloody destruction. Eviscerating the eternal.
O! Pater, how fearsome it is, To see the cold death-struggle, Of these great behemoths. Clashing with a scream that fills the heavens.
And then, the fatal blow is struck, Sending one crashing to earth. And with a cry to last the ages, The spirit fled into the gloom below.