The Spartan

He was born in fire and storm
In a land that had no walls
The chests of the people, the only
Defence from the enemies’ offence

As a child, he learned how to fight
His toys were swords of steel and pike
And when he grew old at the age of 18
He inherited his dead father’s shield

Face them all
The enemy’s troops must be crushed
Push them back, until the last
Win ‘em all, nail banners of victory
Or go back home, dead on your shield

The years have passed
The boy now is a man
The spartan’s king under the sun

He’s wearing his red cope
His eyes glitter flames
He rules in justice, he holds the reins

The time has come
To prove who they are
The eastern menace isn’t far
Thousands of warriors
From places of sand
They’re marching out
To burn their land

Face them all
The enemy’s troops must be crushed
Push them back, until the last
Win ‘em all, nail banners of victory
Or go back home, dead on your shield

They have to move quickly
They have to act fast
Before all the army of persia comes
The right place for battle
Is set waiting north
They’re kissing their children
And moving along

Now the spartans walk
Into certain death
Three hundred soldiers move ahead
Against of an army that has no end
They’ll fight like lions
They’ll never bend

The armours shine in the light as
The hand of fate is leading now
Their future is glorious
Their name will remain
As the endless hope of
Those who dare…