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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
