And shrieks and groans (their native music) sound,
But now, a dreadful pause—spread wide and far—
Throws more than terror o'er the baleful war.
Such dreadful pause shall frighted Nature feel,
'Ere the last trump resounds th' eternal peal,
For full in front—in shadowy greatness rear'd
Their ghastly leader, Night-born Death appear'd!
They rend the wounded air with shouts abhorr'd;
Their ruthless monarch gives th' horrific word;
Marshals, elate, the rav'ning squadrons o'er,