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They are three hundred warriors

Marching to the death

Leaving Sparta they have

No hope to come back

Serse’s Army, running fast

To conquer the Greece

With his sharp arrows

Steel sword, heavy and gold shield.

The Spartan’s king Leonida

Stand up Looking at the sky

He’s waiting for the battle

He’s wait to take some lifes

Spur his man with whip

Serse is sure to win

Versus only hundred Warriors

Who wants to stop him.

Shine the Helmets in daybreak

Of the first day of Resistance

Brave and fierce they’re waiting for

Kill all the golden invasors

Arrows fly fast in the battle

All the warriors now are wild

The blade cuts necks and arms

No one Spartans falling down

In their eyes burning fire

Blood is running to the earth

In this first day of slaught

Hills of morbid corpse are lying

In frightful piles of crying

Now the sun is covered

By million hissing spears

Some red cloaks are now tread off

From thousand iron socks

The last Spartan’s phalanges

Is no easy to break

Leonida screams to his man

To no stop to hurt them

Fly the crows on batter field

Like the souls on Caront’s ship

Broken lifes all over in

The second day in Thermopiles

This night we’ll dying in Hell

Like the snakes eat the pray

At the end of the third day

All the fearless Spartans

Now are drowning in their brave

Spartan’s shields are broken

Leonid’s body is slought (ed)

Now his heart is wound

But his name is high!!!

Now they are marching trough the hills

Shine forever all the Shields

Their sword stand up upon the sun

Three hundred name wrote on the stars