Hear the call to arms for all those who carry a blade To fight and to die for the king who is going to war The morning sun is sad the morning light Will we see it again? Leonidas is leading us Ooh, can you see the sparkle of his crest? In this day of despair in the search for victory For the peace in our Land we are marching to defend For the blade in our hands dying on the battlefield Across the Pass we stand surrounded everywhere Hellas needs our blood a Martyr for this war Brave mighty warriors! In battle blood we bring Death is what we seek to find Glory and Victory! The sun is full of sadness we are going to die Our weapon is our courage no regard for life The Noble blood of Sparta falling one by one Theres no more fear within us no more tears to cry
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