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We are crossing the heartland |
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Deep inside in the realms of ancient Greece |
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A path that have walked 300 men and a brave warrior king |
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They fought for the future of the land |
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And with pride they served a higher cause |
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In a battlefield that was mend to be well known |
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Cause they have dared to raise their swords |
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Against two million men they fought |
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Death is waiting for those who tried |
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And even the Gods have cried |
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For the land for the king |
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Debt of honour to steel |
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They stood for the right |
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And till the last of them died |
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Cause the ground was painted red with their blood through the gates of fire |
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The story is being told so many times |
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But still is drifting in our minds |
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Those Sparta's sons have hunted the fate of internal life |
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And when time comes you have got to know |
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There is a burning flame in us all, |
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And march like them in the very path of glory |
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Long haired divine heroes came here to the gates of fire |
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To fight for their pride to stop the darkness over the light. |
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300 against hundreds of thousands 3 days of horrible massacre. |
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Faces transformed into death masks. |
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Their eyes dreadful holes... and victory was so close. |
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Then the betrayal. |
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They left their broken bodies one by one on the battlefield obeying the law of Sparta |
