Hymn To Victory

"O powerful victory, by men desir'd

With adverse breasts to dready fury fir'd

Thee I invoke, whose might alone can quell

Contending rage, and molestation fell:

'Tis thine in battle to confer the crown

The victor's prize, the mark of sweet renown

For thou rul'ist all things, victory divine

And glorious strife, and joyful shouts are thine

Come mighty goddess, and thy suppliant bless

With sparkling eye, elated with success

May deeds illustrious thy protection claim

And find, led on by thee immortal fame"

Indeed, the chariots come

To show us a vision of a new aeon

O powerful victory, your fire in me ignite

Lend me thy wings, grant me your darkest might

Guide my hands in countless savageries

Your path I shall follow to endless victories

It's here where you lay buried

Fallen heroes of old

Here, by your grave

I stand and rest for a moment

In silence