Long ago in ancient Greece
Where was glory and pride
Three hundred Spartans were marching on
Certainly destined to die
Over the mountains and hills
They move on
Fearless and brave warriors
Yelling their war cry
Thousand of Persians are waiting for their king's commands
Finally the words of destruction are loudly pronounced
March to glory
Death fills their chest with fortitude
Three hundred martyrs
Forever will be remembered
Gates of Fire's grounds trebling hard
Medes have landed their ships
Xerxes watches at the top of the hill
Now the war shall begin
Arrows are shading the sun
Light is gone
Blood's staining all of the floor
Crimson sands
A traitor visits the Persians encampment at night
His great revealing will curse all the Greeks at the dawn
Now battle seems to be lost
Surrender or death is the final choice
None of them shall drop their spears
Path of glory awaits
Born to be warriors they were
Now in the end as heroes they'll fall
All hope is gone but they'll fight
Until the last breath come
Strabger, that passes by
Announce to the Spartans a message
Tell them that here we lie
Faithfully keeping their laws
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