Holy Martyr - 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! 

[Solo: Ivano] 

Sparta! 
Can you hear my voice? 
Can you hear my 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 
Will try to defend our Mighty Homeland 
Leonidas will come for the final stand 
He will pay with his life oh hallowed be thy name

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