Ἆρες (αδάμαστε) βρισάρματε, χρυσεοπήληξ, ὀβριμόθυμε,
Νίκης εὐπολέμοιο πάτερ, Θέμιστος συναρωγὲ,
σὺ θάρσος δὸς, εἰρήνης τε μένειν (ἐν ἀπήμοσι) θεσμοῖς
δυσμενέων προφυγόντα μόθον κῆράς τε βιαίους.
Sudden thunder tears the silence tonight, the dire future lurking revealed in its light
An ominous storm sent forth to chastise, washing away both the hopes and the lies
Chorus:
What mortal sin brought this doom upon Men?
What can undo all the Deeds that ‘ve been done?
A god is coming to us through the storm
The oracle shivers still lost in her trance, around her the flames and dark shadows dance
Her cryptic words stirring the conscience of Men, trying to twist & deny what she meant
Chorus
Άρες άναξ, άλκιμε δαίμον, υπερμενέτα ἀντιβίοισι τύραννε
στῆσον ἔριν λυσσῶσαν, ἄνες πόνον ἀλγεσίθυµον ἀλλάξας ἀλκὴν ὅπλων εἰς ἔργα τὰ ∆ηοῦς
“All sweet laughter and light sleep have to be earned and the price is so steep
Pain and regret, strife and loss, a black river we will swim across”
Clouds in the sky form a face staring down
Eyes blaze with lightning, his voice shakes the ground
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