Fasten rapacious on the shuddering prey.
What shrieks of terror pierce the sickening skies—
What floods of anguish burst their wounded eyes!
As strife tumultuous shakes the scrambling brood—
Scrambling for human flesh—for kindred blood!
In the hoar surge now dips the bladed oar;
The crowded boat creeps to the guilty shore.
Then shrieking wildness raises tumult high;
To their low friends the parted wretches cry;
With imprecating screams of horror wild,