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Mighty gods discord on Olympus' top.
Now Sparta is in gods' disgrace.
Persian brutal lash makes of Spartans trash.
Thirty groups of ten are ready for the race.
Never beaten or outdone,
These soldiers were never won.
And to die a traitor's death
Was doomed for only one of them.
The fire is in joy, noise is heard in Troy.
It's the noise of battle done by Spartans.
Their finest skill was almost unreal.
Fighting to the death they followed their vow.
