Son of the lion
Keeper of the gates of fire
To all the noble souls of this land
If you spill your blood with me
I shall tend to your wounds
If you thirst from battle
Then I shall give you my cup
If you follow me
I shall lead you to Sparta
Under the stars of the gods themselves
Together we shall rid this world of the Persian beast
And to you, thy enemy of this land
I say: molon labe, molon labe…
Come and take it"
I'll dominate you, and sacrifice too
My army will destroy your plans
No competition, or indecision
You're coming to your end –
And my war's begun
Those mortals can't defend you
A suicide rendezvous
I'll have you running like a child – away
It's not so complicated
300 terminated
No choice to choose, you're on my own.
Who's gonna save you?