Ares' Song
The sounds of war rushing through the air like wind threw the trees
Warriors cry as they pillage the enemy
Ares the god of war looking down on his disciples
Grining the Romans running scared
His laugh they can hear a bone-shattering breeze
For Ares, they shout this is our sweet blasphemy
They please their god while their feet are bare
The god of war calls out from Olympus you did well my children
I leave you now but listen well if you dare
War is over but not for long we shall rise
This is my song I am Ares the war god.
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