Atharva Veda 4.31: A hymn to Manyu or Wrath

Borne on with thee, O Manyu girt by Maruts, let our brave men, impetuous, bursting forward, March on, like flames of fire in form, exulting, with pointed arrows, sharpening their weapons.

Flashing like fire, be thou, O conquering Manyu, invoked, O victor, as our army's leader.
Slay thou our foes, distribute their possession: show forth thy vigour, scatter those who hate us.

O Manyu, overcome those who assail us. On! breaking, slaying, crushing down the foemen.
They have not hindered thine impetuous vigour: mighty! sole born! reduce them to subjection.

Alone of many thou art worshipped, Manyu: sharpen the spirit of each clan for combat.
With thee to aid, O thou of perfect splendour, we raise the glorious battle-shout for conquest.

Unyielding, bringing victory like Indra, O Manyu be thou here our sovran ruler.
To thy dear name. O victor, we sing praises: we know the spring from which thou art come hither.

Twin-borne with power, destructive bolt of thunder the highest conquering might is thine, subduer!
Be friendly to us in thy spirit, Manyu! O much-invoked, in shock of mighty battle!

For spoil let Varuna and Manyu give us the wealth of both sides gathered and collected; And let our enemies with stricken spirits, o'er-whelmed with.
terror, sling away defeated.