"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
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
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