The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
at the sound of the galloping hooves of stallions, the rumbling of chariots, and the clatter of their wheels. The father
The shields of his mighty men are red; the valiant warriors are dressed in scarlet. The fittings of the chariots flash l
He laughs at fear, frightened of nothing; he does not turn back from the sword.
Then the hooves of horses thundered—the mad galloping of his stallions.
For every trampling boot of battle and every garment rolled in blood will be burned as fuel for the fire.