Aye the bruit of battle resounded on both halves Giant Typhoeus and Kronion Zeus shall soon exchange shots The giant one body but many necks of lions and serpents Against the Kronides and his array of allies
Masses of trees and hillocks 're shower'd Against dents of thunder that turn'd 'em into dust Masses of high-rocks, launched volleys Are blown away by the four winds' counterblast
Zeus' prime adversary's battered by fiery bolts These flyin' coulters, smoking blades chop the giant's heads down A blaze's jags a lion' neck, ‘nother consumes a serpent's throat The boomin' blows whelm the sky and pierce the monster's trunk
The mirky smoke blur'd the Giant's vision His faces are spoiled and defaced by the four winds' on-come
His corpus now droops for frailty and lack of puissance Feeble lays his bruised back upon his mother Gaia A rumbling burst of thunder screeches and trumpets Zeus victory Thus mighty Kronion laughs aloud and gloats 'bout the fallen one
God-defying Typhoeus lies bleedin' The boastful giants' champion now's bemock'd and bemean'dTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
