The Lion of Sparta

In the foray of the fight
 A sweet whisper ascends into the sky
 Is the whisper from the Martyr
 Who will rise again no more
 His soul's ascending into the sky
 He's a fierce foe on the battlefield
 Defeated on the Pass now he's dead
 now he's dead!
 But his glory will be eternal
 Of Noble origin his birth
 And Noble his spirit
 Dressed by Courage and Honour
 Pride his daily bread
 I was born to die on the battlefield
 A life so short destined to find
 The Glory and the Victory
 Through the ages and pages of History
 On a green mantle of spring
 His body lies
 Red hair soiled by blood
 Sweat on him dripping pain
 Trampled down by friends and foes
 'Till the end of this brutal fight!
 Sparta!
 Can you hear my voice?
 Can you hear me cry?
 Can you hear my breath?
 Sparta!
 Can you hear my call?
 Can you see my fate?
 Can you hear my name in the wind?
 "An army of three hundred men will arrive
 They'll try to defend our Mighty Homeland
 Leonidas will come for the final stand
 He will pay with his life oh hallowed be thy name
 Go stranger and to Sparta tell faithful to her laws, here we fell"