Chorus
O earth, o moon that stays aloft the night long, o gleaming rays [750] of the god that brings light to mortals, bear a message, I pray! Raise your shout to heaven, to the throne of Zeus and in the house of grey-eyed Athena! [755] For we are about to cut with the sword of grey iron the path of danger on behalf of our father-land, on behalf of our homes, since we have taken the suppliants in.