Hymn to Areia

Soft-armed Areia, Who cradles us in the moment of our supreme ecstacy

Blessed Goddess, come

Sublime Areia, of rich ichor, dancer among the blades

Sweet, Golden Armored Goddess, come

She Who drives the grand chariot of swans, sounding like the awful horns of war

Illustrious Goddess, come

Areia, Friend of Ares, the Lover of Bloodshed, the Slayer of Men

She Who is revered in the hallowed hills of moist graves, along with Her Lover, Who delights in carnage

Precious Goddess, holding Victory in Her hand, come

Being our aid and our friend, Sweet Goddess, come

Soft-armed Savior on the plain of war, embracing us at the moment of death, come

Our hearts are our sacrifice, Dear Goddess

May our ferocity be matched only by the flow of our enemies’ blood

Yes, Merciless Goddess, delighting in passionate screams of all kinds, come

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2 responses to “Hymn to Areia

  1. Beautiful and sinister. I like very much.