[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

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!