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Sons of Laconia, under |
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Lycurgian law 300 noblemen, ancient world in awe |
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Facing Xerxes might, no hope for victory |
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Still Persian blood coloured the |
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Aegian Sea |
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Go, tell the |
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Spartans, stranger passing by, |
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That here, obedient to their laws, we lie. |
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Lacedaemon's mothers gave birth to men, |
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Withstanding thousends again and again |
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None will behold the |
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Eurotas Valley no more |
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This sacrifice needed to silence |
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Persia's roar |
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No matter how fierce the spirit or mind |
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Blades striking, the kings' heart declined |
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Round he spun, and down he fell |
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No scream, no word, no cowardice yell |
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Symbolic sacrifice, all for the |
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Hellenic land |
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Spartan codes of honour and inspiring guiding hand |
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No Spartiate soul left alive to tell |
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How bravely they fought, by treason they fell |
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Not a stone on their turf, nor a bone in their graves |
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They live on in history that immortally saves |
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Go, tell the |
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Spartans, stranger passing by, |
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That here, obedient to their laws, we lie |
