So we march Into the doors of hell Termopilas under fire So we march The beast ever likes the smell of the next hunting
Leonidas, my king we´ll trust in our Spears, Swords, Shields Bones, Flesh and Blood Covering our knees Writing on the sand..in our souls, in our dreams 300 from Sparta Marching again 300 of Sparta No fear, no pain
(CHORUS) Increasing terror The Persians are coming Now is August, the fullmoon is shining for us Xerxes is smiling The god-king of Persia Now is August, he will taste his own blood
Honor, Duty, Glory, Combat, Victory All ready to die
The prophet said: "No one will forget ... will forget these days" The oracle said: "No one will fight today" We just say one thing...
Leonidas, my king we´ll trust in our Spears, Swords, Shields Bones, Flesh and Blood Covering our knees Writing on the sand..in our souls, in our dreams 300 from Sparta Marching again 300 of Sparta No fear, no pain Respect us
Impaled enemies Scattering agony We´re going to supper in hell As a raging sea Without clemency
Remember us Impaling enemies Scattering agony We´re going to supper in hell Warriors were moulded by gods
(Repeat CHORUS)
So we die for our land So we die for our king So we march...
Compositor: Vladimir Mendes Senna (Lord Vlad) ECAD: Obra #1177081 Fonograma #654369