The Persian envoy:
"Our archers are so numerous, that the flight of the arrows darkens the sun!"

Dienekes (the bravest Spartan Warrior) :
"So much the better! For we shall them in the shade!!!"

Hear the call to arms?for all those who carry a blade
To fight and to die?for the king who is going to war
The morning sun is sad?the morning light
Will we see it again? Leonidas is leading us
Ooh?can you see the sparkle of his crest?
In this day of despair?in the search for victory

For the peace in our Land?we are marching to defend
For the blade in our hands?dying on the battlefield

Across the Pass we stand?surrounded everywhere
Hellas needs our blood?a Martyr for this war

Brave mighty warriors! In battle blood we bring
Death is what we seek?to find Glory and Victory!

The sun is full of sadness?we are going to die
Our weapon is our courage?no regard for life
The Noble blood of Sparta?falling one by one
There's no more fear within us?no more tears to cry

Is this the last goodbye? Sparta is calling us
Victorious with my shield?or dead upon it
I will return to my Land?Thanatos is my fate
Oh cry Hellas cry?your king has gone to die

Three hundred heroes into Glory ride
They fight with courage no one will survive
All is lost. There's no hope. They are condemned to die?
Oh cry Hellas cry?Leonidas's sacrifice

Wait for the final stand?there's a lion in my Heart
We're not afraid to die?there is Victory in my death
Wait for the final attack
Fight tooth and nail?all is lost!

We march off to war!
Be strong we will die!

We fight to the last!
Be fierce as we die!

We march off to war!
Be strong we will die!

We fight to the last!
Be fierce as we die!

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?"