These are prayers to Ares. I hope that you enjoy it. I got this from ‘In Praise of Olympus: Prayers to the Greek Gods by Hearthstone.


Ares, courageous one, strong of arm, quick of wit, swift to respond to any danger, any threat, on the battleground you stand, unyielding god. As fields of blood turn to fields of flowers, you hold the fallen ever dear, each name you know, each lost life you honor.

Well honored in Thrace and in Scythia, your golden helm shines bright, your sharp sword cuts down the foe with cunning craft. To the soldier in peril you grant your strength; to those living in fear you grant the will to fight or to flee; to those who struggle you grant the heart’s fire that forges ambition, that forms victory. Ares, upholder of the might of men, companion of those who make war and those who defend home and family, in trenches and in tanks, on the grounds of battle and of burial, you are there. Ares, brave one, bloody one, leader of men who does what must be done, I praise and honor you.


2nd Prayer to Ares

Ares, bright-armored bearer of spear and shield, son of noble Zeus and wise and watchful Hera, beloved of deep-hearted Aphrodite, father of fear, father of sweet harmony, in all the realms no one knows more the depths and heights to which necessity may drive mankind.

Fair of form you are, O Ares strong of arm and fleet of foot, clever in the ways of strife, ever-wary defender of the city gate, granter of the sense that keeps safe the soldier, holder of the hearts of those in direst need. Dear to you are war dogs and carrion-birds, beasts that feed on blood and carnage, that flourish in the barren fields of battle. Ares, savior of cities, shaker of spears, bright-helmed one who lends strength to the weak, courage to the fearful, will to the clouded and vengeance to the wronged, I thank you for your gifts, I honor your calling.


3rd Prayer to Ares

Bright-helmed Ares, strong of arm and stern of visage, firm of stance, unyielding of will, ever ready to face any foe, to hold the line against all who may come, to battle until the end. Ares, son of noble Zeus and wise Hera, cherished by golden Aphrodite, honored by those who call on you for strength and courage, in the north were you much honored in times of old, in Thrace and Thesaly were you held in esteem by those whose lives were harsh, whose world was stony, whose comforts were hard-one.

Ares who answers the prayer of the despairing, I honor you.