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
 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 [bad word] sound
 Braver than heroes vows
 Brighter that glory shines
 Our names shall stand in time...