Antim Grahan - 300 lyrics

Beneath the barren hills Near the roaring sea Like some deformed form Of some primeval myth Carnival of blood begins Amputated bleeding soul Fell on the battle ground Piles of dead body lay Frozen blood all around Spears thrusting deep down In this unholy feast Vehement of Spartans flared Masters of swords and spears Fear they never knew In masters lingered thirst Welcomed the grey dawn Outnumbered and a forlorn hope still exist But the Spartans defied the relent The mighty doom's on Awaiting for the day One more day to forever enter hell This is Sparta !! Immortals laid down on the ground To the d**h they were always bound d**h beheld thou no more pain d**h be thy final praise Ere pa**ed the great Spartans Resting on their majestic grave Stirring at the world they lived in 3 days of fortitude 3 days of grace We are not your fantasy warrior This is the story of the fortitude We are, eternally born to fight Remember this, this is Sparta !!