a march in blood
we reap what they sow
you have no souls left to control
you have dug your own hole
we of the 300 shall be rip apart your hundreds
so the thunder of our voice may rip asunder your soul
we have to bury your dead for you are misled
come ye dead of hades head
you will be returned to the death you had by our spear and blade
you will lay at our feet slain and your soul contained.
now be layed down to sleep and let zeus sort you out
we have the power of the gods
you have the power of a king
we will hurl you away in a sling