Like predatory wolves that prowl through pitch-black mists, instinctive and impelled by noxious stings of hunger, while the cubs that were left behind are waiting with dessicated throats, we march to certain death. We shall sprint through their volleying spears, storming their city while the night stays black. Its darkness keeps us safe from attack.
… inde, lupi ceu raptores atra in nebula, quos improba ventris exegit caecos rabies, catulique relicti faucibus exspectant siccis, per tela, per hostis vadimus haud dubiam in mortem, mediaeque tenemus urbis iter; nox atra cava circumvolat umbra.
Publius Vergilius Maro (Virgil)