| Brace yourselves, men
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| Prepare my brothers, no retreat
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| A hundred thousand
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| Here they’ve come and here they’ll die
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| We have a mission
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| As champions on these hills we rose
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| They bring submission
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| That we refuse
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| We see you smiling distant on your golden throne
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| Raise your hand and see
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| How all your certainties will soon be gone
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| Today we die
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| 300 men will face their fate
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| For heroes never try to escape their destiny
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| United here we stand against your greed
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| The wave is moving
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| In all its elegance it flows
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| A human black tide
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| Is going to crash against our mighty wall
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| Pull up your shields now
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| The fathers call, give up your souls
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| Today the invader
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| Will know the fear
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| The fight is starting
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| Xerxes, now just sit and watch
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| The art of war
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| Storming through the immortals and beyond
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| Today we die
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| 300 hundred men will face their fate
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| For heroes never try to escape their destiny
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| United here we stand against your greed
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| The sun goes down
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| At the middle gates
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| The 300 men are still alive
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| Today we die
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| 300 men will face their fate
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| For heroes never try to escape their destiny
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| United here we stand against your greed |