[The Persian envoy:]

"Our archers are so numerous, that the flight of the arrows darkens the sun!"



[Dienekes (the bravest Spartan Warrior):]

"So much the better! For we shall them in the shade!!!"



Hear the call to arms

for all those who carry a blade

To fight and to die

for the king who is going to war

The morning sun is sad

the morning light

Will we see it again? Leonidas is leading us

Ooh, can you see the sparkle of his crest?

In this day of despair

in the search for victory



For the peace in our Land

we are marching to defend

For the blade in our hands

dying on the battlefield



Across the Pass we stand

surrounded everywhere

Hellas needs our blood

a Martyr for this war



Brave mighty warriors!

In battle blood we bring

Death is what we seek

to find Glory and Victory!



The sun is full of sadness

we are going to die

Our weapon is our courage

no regard for life

The Noble blood of Sparta

falling one by one

There's no more fear within us

no more tears to cry