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He was born in fire and storm

In a land that had no walls

The chests of the people, the only

defence from the enemies' offence

As a child, he learned how to fight

his toys were swords of steel and pike

And when he grew old at the age of 18

He inherited his dead father's shield

Face them all

the enemy's troops must be crushed

Push them back, until the last

Win 'em all, nail banners of victory

Or go back home, dead on your shield

The years have passed

the boy now is a man

the Spartan's king under the sun

He's wearing his red cope

his eyes glitter flames

he rules in justice, he holds the reins

The time has come

to prove who they are

the Eastern menace isn't far

thousands of warriors

from places of sand

they're marching out

to burn their land

Face them all

the enemy's troops must be crushed

Push them back, until the last

Win 'em all, nail banners of victory

Or go back home, dead on your shield

They have to move quickly

they have to act fast

Before all the army of Persia comes

The right place for battle

Is set waiting north

They're kissing their children

And moving along

Now the Spartans walk

into certain death

Three hundred soldiers move ahead

Against of an army that has no end

They'll fight like lions

they'll never bend

The armours shine in the light as

the hand of fate is leading now

Their future is glorious

Their name will remain

As the endless hope of

those who dare...