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Diomedes

O Pallas!

Why have you forsaken

Your loyal kin this night

We lose our men to Ares

They can't put up a fight

Ten years of prayers are wasted

At the beaches of this land

With the tide of war against us

And still we’ll make our stand

Diomedes

Do you see our mortal lives

Fade to dark in vain tonight

Pallas hear my rage tonight

Guide my blade to win this fight!

Diomedes

The golden ichor flows

From thy hand tonight

Our spears and shields are shining

Now pushing the frontline

Ten years of war we’ve waged

At the beaches of this land

Yet victory is alien

But still we make our stand

Diomedes

As Pallas’ rage flows in my veins

Among the men I see Ares

Thrash and kill and make him pay

No Trojan shall be left on this day

(Standing on this day)

Athena

Rise to fight both God and Man

Crimson rage within thy veins

Stand and fight and turn the tide

Be the storm of bronze that never fades!