Thermopylae
Three-hundred thousand march
Warrior professionals
Hoplites glint in the sun
About to be cast into legend
On the ground Leonidas leads
Themystocles defends the sea
Those unchosen jealous of the chance to die
Through death, immortality
At the hot gates, numbers count for nothing
Seal their fate, even immortals meet their end
At the hot gates, against the strength of the phalanx
None can stand, men melt away at spartan hand
The hubris of the athenians
Called the wrath of the Persians
Xerxes took up the crusade of his father
How could he comprehend the slaughter
The Greek states' forces combine
For what is the first time
A spartan band holds the center
Their glory soon to be known forever
At the hot gates, numbers count for nothing
Seal their fate, even immortals meet their end
At the hot gates, against the strength of the phalanx
None can stand, men melt away at spartan hand
Brothers in arms standing side by side
Shields locked, from our spears nowhere to hide
Unbreakable will dominates the field of battle
Bones rattle as a spear rips through your face
Last look, see your comrades lying wasted
Time slows, not much of your face left
More spears pierce your flesh
Your mind beholds the truth of death
With pain you draw your last breath
Through the dust it's hard to see what awaits
The wall of spears no man can penetrate
Men sweat from heat but more from fear
The dreaded war horn signals their end is near
Thermopylae
So many souls freed
Brave men bleed
Only death ends duty
Warrior professionals
Hoplites glint in the sun
About to be cast into legend
On the ground Leonidas leads
Themystocles defends the sea
Those unchosen jealous of the chance to die
Through death, immortality
At the hot gates, numbers count for nothing
Seal their fate, even immortals meet their end
At the hot gates, against the strength of the phalanx
None can stand, men melt away at spartan hand
The hubris of the athenians
Called the wrath of the Persians
Xerxes took up the crusade of his father
How could he comprehend the slaughter
The Greek states' forces combine
For what is the first time
A spartan band holds the center
Their glory soon to be known forever
At the hot gates, numbers count for nothing
Seal their fate, even immortals meet their end
At the hot gates, against the strength of the phalanx
None can stand, men melt away at spartan hand
Brothers in arms standing side by side
Shields locked, from our spears nowhere to hide
Unbreakable will dominates the field of battle
Bones rattle as a spear rips through your face
Last look, see your comrades lying wasted
Time slows, not much of your face left
More spears pierce your flesh
Your mind beholds the truth of death
With pain you draw your last breath
Through the dust it's hard to see what awaits
The wall of spears no man can penetrate
Men sweat from heat but more from fear
The dreaded war horn signals their end is near
Thermopylae
So many souls freed
Brave men bleed
Only death ends duty
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Writer(s): Ian Andrus
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