Atharvaveda 5.21

Division of hearts, division of minds speak thou among our enemies, O drum; mutual hate, confusion, fear, we put into our enemies: smite them down, O drum.

Quaking with mind, with sight, and with heart, let our enemies run fearing with alarm (pratrāsá) when the sacrificial butter is offered.

Made of forest-tree, brought together with the ruddy [kine], belonging to all the families (-gotrá-), speak thou alarm for our enemies, being smeared with sacrificial butter.

As the wild beasts of the forest are all in a tremble at man, so do thou, O drum, roar at [and] alarm our enemies, then confound their intents.

As the goats-and-sheep run greatly fearing the wolf, so do thou, O drum etc. etc.

As the birds (patatrín) are all in a tremble at the falcon, day by day; as at the thundering of the lion, so do thou, O drum etc. etc.

Away have all the gods alarmed our enemies by the drum and the skin of the gazelle—[the gods] who are masters of the host.

With what foot-noises Indra plays together with shadow, by those let our enemies be alarmed who go yonder in troops (anīkaçás).

Let the drums, with bow-string noises, yell toward all (yā́s) the quarters—the armies of our enemies going conquered in troops.

O Āditya, take [away their] sight; ye beams, run after; let them that have foot-fastenings fasten on, the arm-power (-vīryà) being gone away.

Do ye [who are] formidable, O Maruts, sons of the spotted mother, with Indra as ally, slaughter our foes.
King Soma, king Varuṇa, the great god, also Death, Indra—

Let these armies of the gods, sun-bannered, accordant, conquer our enemies: hail!