Thermopylae

Sons of Laconia, under Lycurgian law
300 noblemen, ancient world in awe
Facing Xerxes might, no hope for victory
Still Persian blood coloured the Aegian Sea.

Go, tell the Spartans, stranger passing by
That here, obedient to their laws, we lie.

Lacedaemon's mothers gave birth to men
Withstanding thousends again and again
None will behold the Eurotas Valley no more
This sacrifice needed to silence Persia's roar.

No matter how fierce the spirit or mind
Blades striking, the kings' heart declined
Round he spun, and down he fell
No scream, no word, no cowardice yell.

Symbolic sacrifice, all for the Hellenic land
Spartan codes of honour and inspiring guiding hand.

No Spartiate soul left alive to tell
How bravely they fought, by treason they fell
Not a stone on their turf, nor a bone in their graves
They live on in history that immortally saves.

Go, tell the Spartans, stranger passing by
That here, obedient to their laws, we lie.