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We stand baptized in fires of chastity
Drinking from poisoned waters of immortality
Fear is something alien to our race
We savor death as it stares at our face
Halls of Valhalla beckons our soul
In the nights of night black as coal
With armor exuding flames of wars
Throbbing pain emanating from our scars
Our visors stifling, our shields heavy
Our senses attuned, our stance ready
We take in the final formation
Our souls ready to burn in cremation
The world shall remember Thermopylae
Where we stood for freedom
The finest three hundred of Sparta
To protect our land, our kingdom
