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Conquered crowns on severed brows you rattle at my door |
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Far from home and Persian throne so mind your mouth and more |
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Earth my flesh and water blood, you'll not receive my spit |
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Talk no more your treason tongue, prepare to taste the pit |
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This is the shield, this is the spear, this is Sparta! Hell is near |
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Never falter, never fear, this is madness! |
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We are the sword, we are the spear, we are Sparta, know no fear |
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This is our blood and these are our bones |
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Die on your shield for hell is your home |
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Hot the gates where hell awaits, pile the Persians high |
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Razor rain the sun to tame, blotting out the sky |
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No surrender, no retreat, no prisoners or pain |
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No remorse and no regret, no wounded to remain |
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This is the shield, this is the spear, this is Sparta! Hell is near |
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Never falter, never fear, this is madness! |
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We are the sword, we are the spear, we are Sparta, know no fear |
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This is our blood and these are our bones |
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Die on your shield for hell is your home |
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Eyes as bright as blackest night, filed fang and nail |
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Immortal flesh to stand the test, namesake soon to fail |
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Nation after nation fall, thigh to neck we stand |
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Freedom isn't free at all, it's cost is man for man |
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Here by Spartan law we lay, tell our story well |
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Prepare yourselves for glory boys, tonight we dine in Hell! |
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This is the shield, this is the spear, this is Sparta! Hell is near |
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Never falter, never fear, this is madness! |
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We are the sword, we are the spear, we are Sparta, know no fear |
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This is our blood and these are our bones |
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Die on your shield for hell is your home |
