Conquered crowns on severed browns you rattle at my door 
Far for home and Persian throne so mind your mouth and more 
Earth my flesh and water blood, you’ll not receive my spit 
Talk no more your treason tongue, prepare to taste the pit 

This is the shield 
This is the spear 
This is Sparta  [bad word] is near 
Never falter, never fear 
This is madness 

We are the sword 
We are the spear 
We are Sparta 
Know no fear 
This is our blood 
And these are our bones 
So die on your shields for [bad word] is your home 

Hot the gates where [bad word] awaits, pile the Persians high 
Razor rain the sun to tame, blotting out the sky 
No surrender, no retreat, no prisoners or pain 
No remorse and no regret, no wounded to remain 

This is the shield 
This is the spear 
This is Sparta  [bad word] is near 
Never falter, never fear 
This is madness 

We are the sword 
We are the spear 
We are Sparta 
Know no fear 
This is our blood 
And these are our bones 
So die on your shields for [bad word] is your home 

Eyes as bright as blackest night 
Filed fang and nail 
Immortal flesh to stand the test 
Namesake soon to fail 
Nation after nation fall, thigh to neck we stand 
Freedom isn’t free at all, its cost is man for man 

Here by Spartan law we lay 
Tell our story well 
Prepare yourself for glory boy 
Tonight we dine in [bad word] 

This is the shield 
This is the spear 
This is Sparta  [bad word] is near 
Never falter, never fear 
This is madness 

We are the sword 
We are the spear 
We are Sparta 
Know no fear 
This is our blood 
And these are our bones 
So die on your shields for [bad word] is your home