Arms will be heard clashing in the sky:
That very same year the divine ones enemies:
They will want unjustly to discuss the holy laws,
Through lightning & war the complacent one put to death.
Seront ouys au Ciel les armes battre:
Celuy an mesme les diuins ennemis:
Voudront loix sainctes iniustement debatre,
Par foudre & guerre bien croyants à mort mis.
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