We are crossing the heartland Deep inside in the realms of ancient Greece A path that have walked 300 men and a brave warrior king They fought for the future of the land And with pride they served a higher cause In a battlefield that was mend to be well known Cause they have dared to raise their swords Against two million men they fought Death is waiting for those who tried And even the Gods have cried For the land for the king Debt of honour to steel They stood for the right And till the last of them died Cause the ground was painted red with their blood through the gates of fire The story is being told so many times But still is drifting in our minds Those Sparta's sons have hunted the fate of internal life And when time comes you have got to know There is a burning flame in us all, And march like them in the very path of glory Long haired divine heroes came here to the gates of fire To fight for their pride to stop the darkness over the light. 300 against hundreds of thousands 3 days of horrible massacre. Faces transformed into death masks. Their eyes dreadful holes... and victory was so close. Then the betrayal. They left their broken bodies one by one on the battlefield obeying the law of Sparta.