300 - Performed by Chess

[Intro] [8 Bar Instrumental] [Intense Drums, Chugging Bass Chords, Wailing Lead Guitar [Spoken Word] Three... ... Three hundred... ... Three hundred strong... ... When you're chasing the dragon... In a sea where stars are gazed at by the count of millions... It's easy to forget what one can do... Let alone... ... Three hundred. [8 Bar Drum Solo] [Sweaty and Energetic layers of Booming Drums pound together, forming a battle rhythm] [Verse] Three hundred strong, I ain't Leonidas— but when I pen out a song it's just as intense. Fortified stone furnishes my home, phalanx formation, wisdom honed. Ready to blitz— Watch em fold whilst we hold the ground we pounded from young passed grown. Ready to shift— From shield to saber, no rattle— just satisfaction of math in action— terrain engaging subtraction. Opposition dismissed— Tossed down to the rocks, lost— dropped, cleaved and chopped to chum— dumped among the ocean mist— Legacy breathing— reading the men who believe— destiny Christens more than kings. When brotherhood is blessed— Three hundred strong, we no longer just writing songs, so feel the movement... Inside of your chest. When arrows blot the sun, we'll have our battle in the shade... They won't forget our name... [Build] [War Horns roll together in waves, announcing escelation] [Spoken Word] But— just as the— wise Leonidas... still needed the swords and shields of his men... Sometimes even an army... Depends on one person... [Verse] Sometimes the movement moves so quick— it battles logistics— time doesn't await those static. But defeat isn't a winner's habit, elite are above beginners tactics— Separating the wolves— and rabbits. Outnumbered, outflanked— outranked— but unpanicked— one can manage— manufacture the magic— of one savage. It's a rite of passage, so don't be passive even if long division leaves the opposition— unfathomed. One man can become a dragon and hold a bridge while countless men come at him— Attackin'. Like endless tentacles ascendin' from the Kraken— left berzerkin— yeah, hackin' and slashin'— but we ain't Smashin' no Pumpkins. No, we among the toughest, drink mud— bleed grit— Speak we— won't quit, Bros branded— By the heart of the Saxon [8 Bar Instrumental] [Pre-Chorus] Be you one man... Or part of we... Three hundred strong... [Chorus] Anyone can be unstoppable if they only read options instead of— obstacles. Warriors don't gather to relish the battle— We gather together so life's not a gamble. We value the numbers while linking our will— We fight to protect and don't relish the kill. We fight cus we love, and we love cus we lost— Three hundred or one... We willingly bear— that cross. [Post Chorus] [Spoken Word - Ambient Tension, Sparse but powerful drum strikes] It may seem difficult at first... But everything is difficult at first. Do nothing that is of no use... You can only fight the way you Practice. You must understand that there is more than one path to the top of the mountain... Today is victory over yourself of yesterday... Tomorrow is your victory over lesser men. Dawn your armor... Light your lamps... Love with a righteous heart... We are warriors. [Outro] [16 Bar Instrumental]