I am the daughter of war.
I learned ferocity from Sekhmet.
On Nike's wings, my soul soars.
Armed, I march with mother Bastet.

Dear Lady Freya came before,
But my boots, knock down your door.
Matron Athena, Wisdom taught,
With that wit, won battles fought.

Durga too, she marked me well,
Now my visage quiets hell.
To Queen Boudicca Rally cry,
Me, my sword, and fury fly.

I've said this once, and I'll say once more.
I am the daughter of war.