"Our archers are so numerous, that the flight of the arrows darkens the sun!"
"So much the better! For we shall them in the shade!"
Hear the call to arms For all those who carry a blade To fight and to die For the king who is going to war The morning sun is sad The morning light Will we see it again? Leonidas is leading us Ooh, can you see the sparkle of his crest? In this day of despair In the search for victory
For the peace in our land We are marching to defend For the blade in our hands Dying on the battlefield
Across the pass we stand Surrounded everywhere Hellas needs our blood A martyr for this war
Brave mighty warriors! In battle blood we bring Death is what we seek To find glory and victory!
The sun is full of sadness We are going to die Our weapon is our courage No regard for life The noble blood of sparta Falling one by one There's no more fear within us No more tears to cry
