Holy Martyr The Lion Of Sparta Lyrics

The Lion Of Sparta Lyrics

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"