Chorus
And they who were first to meet their doom (alas!), left behind by dire necessity (alas!), [570] are swept along the Cychrean strand (woe!). Groan and gnash your teeth; in grievous strain shout forth our woes till they reach the heavens (alas!), raise high [575] your wailing clamor in cries of misery.
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