300 - The Battle of Hot Gates

Fear is black,
Courage red,
Fight awaits,
Raise your head.
Arise Spartans,
To the death!
Hot gates will be
Bloody red.
Hold the Persians,
Pull them back!
They are coming-
Now attack!
Persians fall by hundreds,
we´re still & cold,
Persians soon will shake in fear,
As the one has told...

Fear is black,
Courage red,
Fight with your heart,
But use head.
Rise your spear,
Rise your shield,
No one from us
Will here yield.

Defend from left,
Attack right,
Knock them with shield
And them smite.
But betray will end this all,
Betray will crush our goal.
We´re surrounded by the foes,
To the death our army goes.
We have fallen to the last,
But we´ll not fall to the past.