Why warriors die?
Is it their fate?
Tonight I feel their eyes upon me
As my soul descends to Hades
A glorious task
Left to defend
300 men who tasted fire
Endless pain
Molon lave
You shall not pass!
300 lions, 300 men
300 soldiers with ideals to defend
Remember us, the fallen ones
The only reason you have pride now
Is because we are now dust
Molon Lave
You shall not pass!
We'll never be the same,
We have no-one to blame
We'll never be the same,
We have no-one to blame
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