Attributes of Mars Incarnate

Valor
The first of virtues, bright as flame
A spirit born to carve a name
Through battles fierce and trials dire
Valor stands, a golden fire
It knows no fear, it bends no knee
For in its heart, the soul is free
A crown of light upon the brow
The warrior’s pledge, the sacred vow

Fury
A tempest wild, the god’s own breath
The storm that shakes the walls of death
Fury rages, swift and true
Its fire is blood, its lightnings flew
Yet in its heart, the truth concealed
That through destruction, strength is healed
A holy rage, not blind, nor vain
But passion forged from sacred pain

Discipline
The silent power, the steady hand
A force like iron in the land
It walks the line, it treads the field
The strength to know when sword to wield
No passions sway, no tempers guide
For discipline the gods provide
It holds the helm, it stays the spear
A virtue firm that conquers fear

Sacrifice
The offering upon the pyre
A virtue wrought in flames’ desire
To give, to yield, to lay aside
For war demands the greatest tide
Through loss, the path to glory lies
A soul ascends where others die
For in the blood and ash, we see  
The price for truth and victory

Honor
A light that gleams in shadowed night
The warrior’s code, the sacred right
In battle’s haze, where chaos reigns
Honor holds fast to truth’s remains
It binds the heart, it guards the soul
For in the fight, it makes us whole
No spoil of war, nor cruel decree
Can break the heart of purity

Wisdom
The eye that sees beyond the fray
Where gods and men their plans do lay
A virtue born of stars and dust
For war is more than sword and thrust
It reads the signs, it bends the tide
With wisdom, victory is applied
The mind, as sharp as blade in hand
The hidden strength that rules the land

Victory
The crowning gift of war's ascent
The fruit of all the blood that's spent
In Mars' own hand, the palm is pressed
The laurel crown upon the blessed
Yet victory, a fleeting thing
Is not the end, but what it brings
For in its light, the soul must see  
The cost, the weight of destiny

Death
The final gate, the shadow's veil
Where all must walk, though none prevail
Yet through the gods, this truth is known
In death’s embrace, the seeds are sown
For every warrior who does fall
Does rise again, by Mars’ call
Through death, the cycle spins anew
A path divine, where few pass through