The blood of heroes never dried

Nor the 300 ever died

They're here on the field of Plataca

On the tip of our poised spears

They stand amongst the hoplites stern

Braver than heroes vows

The Persian shakes palled with fear

At the sight of the phalanxes

Spartans and Arcadians

Athenians and Megarans

100000 hold the line...

The blood of heroes never dried

Nor the 300 ever died

They're here on the field of Plataca

On the tip of our poised spears

Iron clad and armed with bronze

A tide and woe upon the foe

The hoplites like a war machine

Rode down the Persian curse...

Spartans and Arcadians

Athenians and Megarans

100000 hold the line...

Zeus let your eagle fly

O'er the plain where they shall die

Ares see your sons blood-dyed

And in our deeds take grim delight...

Louder than trumpets sound

Braver than heroes vows

Brighter that glory shines

Our names shall stand in time...