Many, many years ago, when Persia came ashore,
Heeding Leonidas' call, the Spartans went to war

Joined by their brothers, a few against the fateful horde
Hellenic hearts are set aflame, the hot gates calls their name

A final stand, stop the Persians, spear in hand
Form a wall, live to fall, and live forever

Sparta! Hellas!
Then, and again, sing of three hundred men
Slaughter! Persians!
Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender

Morning has broken, today they're fighting in the shade
When arrows blocked the sun they fell, tonight they dine in hell

By traitor's hand, secret passage to their land
Know his name, know his shame will last forever

War begun, the kaiser has come
Day or night, the shells keep falling
Overrun, but never outdone
Street to street, denying defeat

Soldiers of the Serbian Army
Keep your heads held high
Overrun, you fall one by one
For Belgrade and the fatherland

Soldiers, heroes, die for your land
Your lives are gone, erased by your command

Until your last dying breath

Overrun, you're under the gun
Day or night, the shells kept falling
Sound the drum, the Great War has come
Show no fear, the ending is near

A final charge to face the fire
Falling one by one
Major calls, the White City falls
Belgrade's streets are stained by blood

In haste, our lives are erased
Forward to glory for king and country

Defend the honor of Belgrade
Forward to glory, to face your fate at last

Now that our time has come to fight
Scotland must unite
We'll make a stand on Stirling ground
To put a challenge to the Crown
We are one
We have come
We're here to break and end the occupation
We have our nation's fate in hand
It's time we make our final stand

Rally all the clans
Englishmen advance
Blood of Bannockburn
Point of no return

Join the Scottish Revolution
Freedom must be won by blood
Now we call for revolution
Play the pipes and cry out loud

We need a king to rule our land
Bruce is in command
It is the crown that's in his sight
And it's the reason we will fight
To attack
Send them back
And then we'll see to Bruce's coronation
We are the Scots with pikes in hand
And we will die to claim our land

Rallied all the clans
Halted English plans
Charge of Bannockburn
Freedom we shall earn

And as the hammer lost its crown
And a weak heir to succeed it
Play the tunes of victory
Play them higher and higher tonight

Wallace showed the way
Led us to this day
Here at Bannockburn
Freedom we have earned

I remember the Argonne, 1918.
The sounds of that battle still haunt me to this day.
Machine gun fire from enemy lines.
The sickening sound of a bayonet tearing through human flesh.
The soldier next to me firing his sidearm in desperation.
All these sounds still echo in my mind,
And as conducted by Death himself, it all comes together as music
A rhythm of death
A symphony of war

Far from their land as they made their stand
They stood strong and the legend still lives on

1918, the Great War rages on
A battalion is lost in the Argonne
Under fire, there's nothing they can do
There's no way they can get a message through

Suffer heavy losses as the battle carries on
Liberty Division standing strong

Far from their land as they made their stand
A disregarded demand
It's surrender or die, and the stakes are high
They live or they die, there's no time for goodbye
Weapon in hand as they made their stand
Still disregarding demand
They would never comply, they would rather die
Broke through the blockade, they were finally saved

Friendly fire, munitions running low
The supplies they were dropped upon their foe
1918 the war still rages on
The battalion's still trapped in the Argonne

Chose not surrender, they chose victory or defeat
Fallen brothers resting by their feet

Far from their land as they made their stand
A disregarded demand
It's surrender or die, and the stakes are high
Live or die, who can tell? There's no goodbye
With a weapon in hand as they made their stand
Still disregarding demand
They would never comply, they would rather die
They stood strong and the legend still lives on

Suffered heavy losses, through the Great War they stood strong
But the memory of the fallen still lives on

News that came that morning told that the main force had been slain
Chance for peace and justice gone and all talks had been in vain
A prince had been offended and he has gone the path of war
Now that 1500 men are dead and the Zulu's at the door

Zulus attack
Fight back to back
Show them no mercy and
Fire at will
Kill or be killed
Facing, awaiting

A hostile spear, a new frontier, the end is near
There's no surrender
The lines must hold, their story told, Rorke's Drift controlled

Later on that fateful day as they head towards the Drift
Stacking boxes, fortify, preparations must be swift
Spears and shields of oxen hide facing uniforms and guns
As the rifles fire, echoes higher, (beating) like the sound of drums

1879, when a few held the line
Back to back, attack, the dead are stacked
Where a last stand was made, and the Empire saved
Back to back, attack, the dead are stacked

In the heart of the Holy See
In the heart of Christianity
The seat of power is in danger

There's a foe of a thousand swords
They've been abandoned by their lord
Their fall from grace will pave their path to damnation

Then the 189
In the service of heaven
They're protecting the holy line
It was 1527
Gave their lives on the steps to heaven
Thy will be done!

For the grace, for the might of our Lord
For the home of the holy
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Gave their lives so wholly
For the grace, for the might of our Lord
In the name of his glory
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Come and tell their story again

Under guard of 42
Along a secret avenue
Castel Saint Angelo is waiting

They're the guard of the Holy See
They're the guard of Christianity
Their path to history is paved with salvation

Dying for salvation with dedication
No capitulation, annihilation
Papal commendation, reincarnation
Heaven is your destination

In the name of God

For the grace, for the might of our Lord
For the home of the holy
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Gave their lives so wholly
For the grace, for the might of our Lord
In the name of his glory
For the faith, for the way of the sword
Come and tell their story
Gave their lives so wholly
Come and tell the Swiss Guards' story again

Landed on the hilltop, Soviet forces are in place
Awaiting orders!

They were only 39
They were told to hold the line
In control

Sent into battle, came from the sky
Trapped on a mountain and into the fire

Hold your ground
When you're fighting those who fight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill
You have to
Hold your ground
Kill the warrior in your sight
Death is waiting on the hill
No surrender, shoot to kill

January 7th, hold the hilltop at all costs
Follow orders!

Holding their ground
To the final round
One by one

Fight through the sundown, into the night
Enduring the darkness, awaiting the light

Stand, hold your ground
Come around
Hostile land
Your last stand

Under fire, low on munitions
Make your bullets count
Push their warriors back down the mountain
Rule the battlefront

It's the nature of time that the old ways must give in
It's the nature of time that the new ways comes in sin
When the new meets the old, it always ends the ancient ways
But as history told, the old ways go out in a blaze

Encircled by a vulture
The end of ancient culture
The dawn of destiny draws near

Imperial force defied
Facing 500 samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered
60 to 1, the sword face the gun
Bushido dignified
It's the last stand of the samurai
Surrounded and outnumbered

As a new age begins, the age of the warrior comes to an end
As a new age begins, the ways of old must apprehend
It's the nature of time that the old ways must give in
It's the nature of time that the new ways comes in sin

An offer of surrender
Saigo ignore contender
The dawn of destiny draws near

Until dawn, they hold on
Only 40 are left at the end
None alive, none survive
Shiroyama

60 to 1, facing the sun
60 to 1, culture undone

When the Winged Hussars arrived

A cry for help in time of need
Await relief from Holy League
60 days of siege, outnumbered and weak
Sent a message to the sky
Wounded soldiers left to die
Will they hold the wall, or will the city fall?

Dedication
Dedication
They're outnumbered 15 to 1
And the battle's begun

Then the Winged Hussars arrived
Coming down the mountainside
Then the Winged Hussars arrived
Coming down, they turned the tide

As the days are passing by
And as the dead are piling high
No escape and no salvation
Trenches to explosive halls
Are buried deep within the walls
Plant the charges there and watch the city fear

Desperation
Desperation
In a desperate race against the mine
And a race against time

Then the Winged Hussars arrived
Coming down the mountainside
Then the Winged Hussars arrived
Coming down, they turned the tide

Cannonballs are coming down from the sky
Janissaries, are you ready to die?
We will seek our vengeance, eye-for-an-eye

You'll be stopped upon the steps of our gate
On this field, you're only facing our hate
But back home the sultan's sealing your fate

We remember
In September
That's the night Vienna was freed
We made the enemy bleed

Storm clouds, fire and steel
Death from above, make their enemy kneel
Shining, thunder and wings
Death from above, it's an army of kings

5th of May, V-Day is just around the corner
1945 the Führer reign is at its end

Jenny at the gates, as the SS open fire
There's no time to waste, the final battle has begun

After the downfall, a castle besieged
Facing the Nazis, awaiting relief
Gangl and Lee and their men set the prisoners free

And it's the end of the line of the final journey
Enemies leaving the past
And it's American troops and the German Army
Joining together at last

One last fight, it's the death throes of the Third Reich
Justice shall be done, the final battle remains

Ammo is running low, they're depleting their machine guns
Every bullet counts until surrender is announced

After the downfall, a castle relieved
Defeating the Nazis who held them besieged
Gangl and Lee and their men set the prisoners free

From the foot of the Alps to the shores of the sea
From the foot of the Alps to the shores of the sea
From the home of the brave, from the land of the free
From the foot of the Alps to the shores of the sea