Chorus
Who is he of whom the divine voice from the Delphian rock has said [465] to have wrought with blood-red hands horrors that no tongue can tell? It is time that he ply in flight a foot stronger than the feet of storm-swift steeds. [470] The son of Zeus is springing upon him with fiery lightning, and with him come the dread unerring Fates.
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