| Murder,
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| Slaughterer of men,
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| Destructor God,
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| Delights in battles din,
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| MURDER!!!
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| The child was formed by flames,
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| Deep in the vernal Earth,
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| Now crawls the spawn of cage,
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| Glamorous thirst for pain,
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| A cross upon the world,
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| He will claim his domain,
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| Young warrior stands,
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| untamed with fate in his hands,
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| Leaves them so gory,
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| On his path to empyrean glory,
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| Ares lunged, At Diomedes,
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| Furious, To take his life,
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| His bronze spear drives,
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| Right at his chest,
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| But forced to miss,
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| By the gray goddess,
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| Stabbing bolts, reach from the sky,
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| Rip his flesh, screaming batle cry,
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| Thunder roars, as he questions Zeus,
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| Why kill me, The son of Olympus,
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| YOU ARE STRENGTH
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| THE SWORD OF CONFLICT AND DISDAIN,
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| THE AXE OF BATTLES AND CAMPAIGNS,
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| MY WILL ON HIGH BESTOWS YOU,
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| THE HONOR OF THE GOD OF WAR!
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| Unholy passion,
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| Set men’s dark hearts aflame,
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| Thirsting for power,
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| The weak became the prey,
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| Fury and might,
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| Replaces right,
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| Men armed with fists,
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| Rough clubs to fight,
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| The DOOMTROOPER,
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| Puts weapons in their hands,
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| The streams of blood,
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| Turn seas red and stain the land! |