Holy Martyr - The Lion Of Sparta lyrics

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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"