| Sons of Laconia, under Lycurgian law
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| 300 noblemen, ancient world in awe
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| Facing Xerxes might, no hope for victory
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| Still Persian blood coloured the Aegian Sea
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| Go, tell the Spartans, stranger passing by
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| That here, obedient to their laws, we lie
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| Lacedaemon’s mothers gave birth to men
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| Withstanding thousends again and again
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| None will behold the Eurotas Valley no more
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| This sacrifice needed to silence Persia’s roar
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| No matter how fierce the spirit or mind
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| Blades striking, the kings' heart declined
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| Round he spun, and down he fell
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| No scream, no word, no cowardice yell
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| Symbolic sacrifice, all for the Hellenic land
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| Spartan codes of honour and inspiring guiding hand
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| No Spartiate soul left alive to tell
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| How bravely they fought, by treason they fell
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| Not a stone on their turf, nor a bone in their graves
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| They live on in history that immortally saves
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| Go, tell the Spartans, stranger passing by
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| That here, obedient to their laws, we lie |