| We are crossing the heartland
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| Deep inside in the realms of ancient Greece
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| A path that have walked 300 men and a brave warrior king
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| They fought for the future of the land
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| And with pride they served a higher cause
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| In a battlefield that was mend to be well known
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| Cause they have dared to raise their swords
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| Against two million men they fought
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| Death is waiting for those who tried
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| And even the Gods have cried
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| For the land for the king
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| Debt of honour to steel
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| They stood for the right
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| And till the last of them died
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| Cause the ground was painted red with their blood through the gates of fire
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| The story is being told so many times
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| But still is drifting in our minds
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| Those Sparta’s sons have hunted the fate of internal life
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| And when time comes you have got to know
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| There is a burning flame in us all
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| And march like them in the very path of glory
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| Long haired divine heroes came here to the gates of fire
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| To fight for their pride to stop the darkness over the light
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| 300 against hundreds of thousands 3 days of horrible massacre
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| Faces transformed into death masks
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| Their eyes dreadful holes… and victory was so close
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| Then the betrayal
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| They left their broken bodies one by one on the battlefield obeying the law of
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| Sparta |