[Verse] Raised in the wild, grit kissin' my skin, Leonidas' rule tight, holdin' discipline in. Rockin' that Spartan gear fiercer than roar of a lion, Three hundred soldiers, roll like thunder, defyin'. [Verse 2] Shield smashin', Persian folks ain't got a chance, Gory battles, bodies scatter in the death dance. Arrows block the sky, we still pushin' onward, Heart in the fight, no retreat, full of honor [Chorus] Stand at Thermopylae's gate, Three hundred hold the fate. Sparta's pride, we dominate, In history, we etch it straight. [Chorus] Stand at Thermopylae's gate, Three hundred hold the fate. Sparta's pride, we dominate, In history, we etch it straight. [Verse 3] Persian king baffled, shakin' in his golden boots, Strategy tighter than a noose, ain't no disputes. Leonidas, legend, echo through the chestnut hills, Blood and steel, ancient battlefield thrills. [Bridge] Stand tall, fearless, death's sweet kiss, We ain't bowin', warrior's bliss. For Sparta's honor, our stand remiss, Name etched in stone, can’t dismiss. [Verse 4] Ancient echo, relevance still flecked, Strong hold, their spirits ain't wrecked. Leonidas the king, in fire these truths, Fables told by old mouths, raw proof. [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Stand at Thermopylae's gate, Three hundred hold the fate. Sparta's pride, we dominate, In history, we etch it straight. [Chorus] Stand at Thermopylae's gate, Three hundred hold the fate. Sparta's pride, we dominate, In history, we etch it straight. [Outro]
