The armour shines bright under the sun, helmets look grim with unearthly glance. Shields with Lamda hold by strong hands, crimson cloaks fly proud in the air.
Guarding the path of no return. Smiling to death they´re waiting the end. Thousands of persians will die by their swords. Heroism beyond logic, beyond any hope.
Tell them in Sparta, that we lay here. Faithful to them we fought without fear. Never forget us, live with our example! May Lakedaemona´s laws be your only guide!
Under their feet a sea of blood, maiming and killing everyone in sight. Death to those who bow before a foreign king! Like dogs they shall die, like servants they lived!
A monument of honour forever will stand, a spirit of loyalty that few understand. Lucky those who in this style guard Thermophyles, immortality and glory belongs to them... |
