Examples of using "Carnage" in a sentence and their english translations:
He would leave a trail of carnage
carnage caused by Vlad Tepes in Bulgaria. Large groups of the Turkish population are
By 1458, Vlad's Wallachian army beings raiding Saxon-dominated Transylvania, bringing carnage
My sister started screaming bloody murder when she found out I'd read her diary.
Sanjay Gubbi is talking about bloodshed in his home state, Karnataka in southwest India.
Then come the clamour and the trumpet's blare.
We fly / where round the palace rings the war-shout's rallying cry. / There raged a fight so fierce, as though no fight / raged elsewhere, nor the city streamed with gore.
"Wilt thou not see, if yet thy sire survive, / worn out with age, amid the war's alarms? / And if thy wife Creusa be alive, / and young Ascanius? for around thee swarms / the foe, and but for my protecting arms, / fierce sword or flame had swept them all away."
Meanwhile a mingled murmur through the street / rolls onward – wails of anguish, shrieks of fear –, / and though my father's mansion stood secrete, / embowered in foliage, nearer and more near / peals the dire clang of arms, and loud and clear, / borne on fierce echoes that in tumult blend, / war-shout and wail come thickening on the ear.
"Athwart the streets stands ready the array / of steel, and bare is every blade and bright. / Scarce the first warders of the gates essay / to stand and battle in the blinding night."
Force wins a footing, and, the foremost slain, / in, like a deluge, pours the Danaan train.
"'Tis war thou bringest us," Anchises cries, / strange land! For war the mettled steed they train, / and war these threaten. Yet in time again / these beasts are wont in harness to obey, / and bear the yoke, as guided by the rein. / Peace yet is hopeful."
- Then fury spurred their courage, and behold, / As ravening wolves, when darkness hides the day, / Stung with mad fire of famine uncontrolled, / Prowl from their dens, and leave the whelps to stay, / With jaws athirst and gaping for the prey. / So to sure death, amid the darkness there, / Where swords, and spears, and foemen bar the way, / Into the centre of the town we fare. / Night with her shadowy cone broods o'er the vaulted air.
- Then, like wolves ravening in a black fog, whom mad malice of hunger hath driven blindly forth, and their cubs left behind await with throats unslaked; through the weapons of the enemy we march to certain death, and hold our way straight into the town. Night's sheltering shadow flutters dark around us.