Like heroes rushing to battle, they stream onward.

They are fair as deer; their roar is like that of lions.

The mountains bow before them, thinking themselves to be valleys, and the hills bow down.

Good warriors and good steeds are their gifts.

They smite, they kill, they rend the rocks, they strip the trees like caterpillars; they rise together, and, like spokes in a wheel, are united in strength.