the dawn whispers of blood today a crimson star oe'r Beotia the fierce flames of a Roman son shall burn forthright our chariots gold and grey and yet trembling beside me now the bravest born of Beotia his thunderous heart resounds within forever joined in valor by the sword and should rivals upon us tread and spill out blood on Beotia behold, high oe'r Chaeronea your lover riding victorious the fiercest flames now a fiery shield out steed and our chariot await should d**h cleave unto destiny remember us, dear Beotia your loyal lovers' Sacred Band whose fate with courage layed a force with which all earthly fear was stayed