Oh Ares, You stand in war, but You are with people who fight for peace just as well.
Oh Ares, You who stays with courageous and stubborn, all the same as You stand with those who get silenced.
Oh Ares, You whose wrath is the fiercest, yet stand with those who talk the calmest, because they know they’re right.
You, with those who have fire in their souls, and those who were dimmed a long time ago.
You, the enemy of fear, the helping hand of the oppressed, the scream of those without a voice, the confident stand of those forced to crawl.
You, who lights the fire of rebellion, You, the sharpness and clarity of the world when panic steps away.
You, the fire in my heart, the instinct to fight, when I cannot breathe.
You, my torch, my sword, my shield.
You, my emotion and my rage. You, who gives me courage when I fight for justice.
You, who is not selfish in his wrath. You, who helps me fight for those who were cast aside.