Hear me, Ares, bronze-armored lord of war,
shield-bearer, delighting in the clash of spears,
untamed, mighty-hearted, drenched in the blood of battle,
terror of mortals, yet guardian of the just cause.
You who love the din of arms and the cry of the fallen,
grant courage in place of fear,
strength to stand firm when the line begins to break.
Come, blessed one, lay aside the frenzy of slaughter,
and grant instead a peaceful heart,
and the quiet strength to face what must be faced.
