Phobos:

Ye of burning eyes,

of tortured cries

‘Cross bloody skies —

Yea, now you rise

For the chase; At your face,

Mortals scream,

Pray it's all just a dream

As their minds try to cling

To scraps of what's true

While your powers work through

And in hunger, pursue

The strongest of minds

To, in fear, paralyze

(Watch as sanity flies!)

And claim as your prize.

Deimos:

Prince of the night

When the darkness blocks sight,

They succumb to their fright

When the terrors alight

(In the blackness cause madness)

And slink through their heads,

Bring back words left unsaid,

Echo worries ahead;

As they lay there in bed

You approach and take hold,

Their hot blood freezes cold,

And their minds you control —

What a sight to behold!

Twin gods, you both reign,

Are the poor mortals’ bane,

Of all color you drain

Them and cause bitter pain;

(How they writhe when they cry!)

Make their minds conjure dreams

Till they burst at the seams

And the dark hides the screams

While your laughter, it teems

With mirth as they pled

For some mercy instead —

But you’re both in their heads,

Sons of Ares: Fear and Dread.