Marching Phalanxes

Dust is rising, loud battleroars
Spartan warriors are shaking the earth
Carrying pride over their backs
Eyes of hatred, the invaders will regret

Shining spears and helmets of iron
Standing together with swords in the wind
Giant valleys surrounding the war
With their shields they're ready to defend

Flying, rising in the sky
Fiercy, mighty, their thunder strikes

Leonidas commanding the force
Only the strong will remain in stand
Clashing iron, their meaning in life
Wild lions seeking their prey

Flying, rising in the sky
Thousands and thousands of arrows fly