He was born in fire and storm
In a land that had no walls
The chests of the people, the only defense from the enemies' offense
As a child, he learned how to fight
His toys were swords of steel and pike
And when he grew old at the age of 18
He inherited his dead father's shield
Face them all
the enemy's troops must be crushed
Push them back, until the last
Win 'em all, nail banners of victory
Or go back home, dead on your shield
The years have passed
the boy now is a man
The Spartan's king under the sun
He's wearing his red cope his eyes glitter flames
He rules in justice, he holds the reins
The time has come to prove who they are
The Eastern menace isn't far
Thousands of warriors from places of sand
They're marching out to burn their land
Face them all
the enemy's troops must be crushed
Push them back, until the last
Win 'em all, nail banners of victory
Or go back home, dead on your shield
They have to move quickly they have to act fast
Before all the army of Persia comes
The right place for battle is set waiting north
They're kissing their children and moving along
Now the Spartans walk into certain death
Three hundred soldiers move ahead
Against of an army that has no end
They'll fight like lions they'll never bend
Their armours shine in the light as the hand of fate is leading now
Their future is glorious their name will remain
As the endless hope of those who dare...
The chests of the people, the only defense from the enemies' offense
As a child, he learned how to fight
His toys were swords of steel and pike
And when he grew old at the age of 18
He inherited his dead father's shield
Face them all
the enemy's troops must be crushed
Push them back, until the last
Win 'em all, nail banners of victory
Or go back home, dead on your shield
The years have passed
the boy now is a man
The Spartan's king under the sun
He's wearing his red cope his eyes glitter flames
He rules in justice, he holds the reins
The time has come to prove who they are
The Eastern menace isn't far
Thousands of warriors from places of sand
They're marching out to burn their land
Face them all
the enemy's troops must be crushed
Push them back, until the last
Win 'em all, nail banners of victory
Or go back home, dead on your shield
They have to move quickly they have to act fast
Before all the army of Persia comes
The right place for battle is set waiting north
They're kissing their children and moving along
Now the Spartans walk into certain death
Three hundred soldiers move ahead
Against of an army that has no end
They'll fight like lions they'll never bend
Their armours shine in the light as the hand of fate is leading now
Their future is glorious their name will remain
As the endless hope of those who dare...