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Io! io! forward to the attack, throw yourselves upon the foe,  spill his blood; take to your wings and surround them on all sides. Woe to them! let us get to work with our beaks, let us devour them.  Nothing can save them from our wrath, neither the mountain forests, nor the clouds that float in the sky, nor the foaming deep.