As he died my comrade said to me

"Take my friend this bloody sword
Avenge my death in war this day
That my soul may fly to Elysian Fields.
Give these last words to my wife:
My love for you shall never die.
Send these hails to my sons:
Παλικάρια, defend your blood and soil"

Then he cast his eyes to the sun
I could see Apollo nod with pride
Solar rays would guide my him home
To the golden wheat of endless life

I plunged right back into war
Hacking the heads of persian scum
Their blood will feed the soil
I will avenge my comrade and kill

The eastern invaders were against
A people at one with their Gods
A race of pure aryan might
Thousands impaled by Hellenic bronze

The Gods did watch from above
Zeus from his throne high on Olympus
Would watch his sons war again
As centuries past, turks would soon come

They brought with them filth
Degenerate ways of killing children
But again Hellenic Warrior Might
Would crush the eastern invaders!

"OUR BLOOD IS PURE LIKE POSEIDON'S OCEAN;
OUR SPIRITS FREE LIKE THE EAGLES OF ZEUS;
OUR TEMPERS WILD LIKE THE WAR-STORMS OF ARES;
OUR SWORDS THIRST FOR THE BLOOD OF OUR ENEMIES;
WE ARE ONE WITH OUR GODS... THE GODS OF OLYMPUS"

ΕΛΛΑΣ ΄Η ΤΕΦΡΑ

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