| I carry the lifeblood of Leonidas
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| I feel the spear by my side, just reunite us
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| As if he and I just realised that
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| It’d be a surprise
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| Were there other people like us
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| We are wise seeing fear minus spinelessness
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| Is equivalent to being lions
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| See, there’s a timelessness to my fineness
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| Must be a sign of divineness, Highness
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| Proving I’m a god, going to do an Aquinas
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| And you’re only alive due to my kindness
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| Why must we suffer in the mortal plane
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| A deity and me may just be all the same
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| So if someone needs assassinating call my name
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| They’ll be evaporated in a massive ball of flame
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| Scored and scorched as if it’s all a game
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| Now stick this rap up in the hall of fame
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| Cast in the shadow of a mountain rising
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| The clouds part, I come out of hiding
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| I’m a son, son, a son of Leonidas
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| I’m a son, son, we’re the children of Leonidas, and we’re
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| Outcast in the shadow of a mountain rising
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| The clouds part we come out of hiding
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| We’re the sons, sons, the sons of Leonidas
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| We’re the sons and daughters, the children of Leonidas
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| Light beams shine on the side of the bireme
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| On the bow the eye gleams like high beams
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| Fighting on the high seas
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| Although we might pull aside if we find us a nice beach
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| So we park, disembark
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| Head straight into the marketplace
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| Pick up a mark to chase
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| Sticking the sharpest blades
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| Under their armour plates
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| Where the sun don’t shine or a darker place
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| 'Cause I’m a dark assassin and I’m harking back
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| And bringing spartan tactics in the heart of Athens
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| Giving heart attacks to faint-hearted actors
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| Ripping a fair ladies heart to tatters
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| Hard-hearted, I’m hard as satyrs
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| Hit the heart of the matter till the armour shatters
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| So here’s a message that ought to disarm attackers
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| Piss off, go on scarper, fuckers
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| Cast in the shadow of a mountain rising
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| The clouds part, I come out of hiding
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| I’m a son, son, a son of Leonidas
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| I’m a son, son, we’re the children of Leonidas, and we’re
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| Outcast in the shadow of a mountain rising
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| The clouds part we come out of hiding
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| We’re the sons, sons, the sons of Leonidas
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| We’re the sons and daughters, the children of Leonidas
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| Dispersing any mercenary
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| That turns up lairy
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| Turning their nerves to jelly
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| Hurt them plenty
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| Popping open arteries like I burst a levee
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| Their certain death is the first of many
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| Left under turf and buried
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| Deserving every penny they’ve earned
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| And now they’re cursed
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| To spend it all on a burial urn, burn
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| One day maybe you’ll learn not to be
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| Such a know-it-all ask Socrates
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| Hot for teacher, getting those top degrees
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| All of these gods are a tough lot to please
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| And if there’s one moral that I got from Greece
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| It’s that war’s nothing but the cost of peace
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| So I’m giving you an otorhinolaryngotomy
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| For a second I forgot to breathe
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| Oxygen is a privilege, it’s got to be
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| Letting you continue living? | 
| Nah, it’s not for me
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| Cast in the shadow of a mountain rising
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| The clouds part, I come out of hiding
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| I’m a son, son, a son of Leonidas
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| I’m a son, son, we’re the children of Leonidas, and we’re
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| Outcast in the shadow of a mountain rising
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| The clouds part we come out of hiding
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| We’re the sons, sons, the sons of Leonidas
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| We’re the sons and daughters, the children of Leonidas |