The Lion Of Sparta lyrics

In the foray of the fight A sweet whisper ascends into the sky Is the whisper from the Martyr Who will rise again no more His soul's ascending into the sky He's a fierce foe on the battlefield Defeated on the Pass now he's dead now he's dead! But his glory will be eternal Of Noble origin his birth And Noble his spirit Dressed by Courage and Honour Pride his daily bread I was born to die on the battlefield A life so short destined to find The Glory and the Victory Through the ages and pages of History On a green mantle of spring His body lies Red hair soiled by blood Sweat on him dripping pain Trampled down by friends and foes 'Till the end of this brutal fight! Sparta! Can you hear my voice? Can you hear me cry? Can you hear my breath? Sparta! Can you hear my call? Can you see my fate? Can you hear my name in the wind? "An army of three hundred men will arrive They'll try to defend our Mighty Homeland Leonidas will come for the final stand He will pay with his life oh hallowed be thy name Go stranger and to Sparta tell faithful to her laws, here we fell"