Gone is the age of slumbering lions,
Like true Greeks we are reered up,
Like the mighty stallions,
You can behold,
Darius will slay everyone of your mothers,
Your sisters and brothers,
Murdered in there beds,
Thats is what we fight for,
Them,
Greece,
King Philip,
Hallicarnassus shall tremble,
When the might of Zeus and Greece,
Comes crashing down upon their gates,
Come with me then,
And fight here,
And eternal victory,
Shall be ours,
As our enemies flee,
Before our glinting blades!
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