Spartan Reckoning

[Verse 1] In the shadowed halls of Sparta’s might, Where warriors forged their souls in endless night, Leonidas, a king with iron will, Led his brave few to the battlefield’s chill. [Pre-Chorus] Their shields locked tight, hearts ablaze, Facing down the Persian horde’s dark haze, Megalopolis trembled, skies aflame, As Spartans roared, etching glory in their name. [Chorus] “March, march, sons of Lacedaemon, Against the tide of Xerxes’ dominion! We fight for freedom, honor, and kin, In the blood-soaked sands, our legend begins!” [Verse 2] At Thermopylae’s narrow pass they stood, Three hundred against a raging flood, Their spears like lightning, eyes fierce and cold, Defying fate, their story forever told. [Pre-Chorus] Persian arrows blotted out the sun, Yet Spartans fought until the day was done, Leonidas fell, but his spirit soared, A beacon for all who’d face the sword. [Chorus] “March, march, sons of Lacedaemon, Against the tide of Xerxes’ dominion! We fight for freedom, honor, and kin, In the blood-soaked sands, our legend begins!” [Bridge] In the Siege of Sparta, walls crumbled low, Yet the flame within their hearts continued to glow, Women and children took up arms, Defending their city, defying harm. [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] “March, march, sons of Lacedaemon, Against the tide of Xerxes’ dominion! We fight for freedom, honor, and kin, In the blood-soaked sands, our legend begins!” [Outro] And so the echoes of their valor remain, In the windswept ruins, a warrior’s refrain, Spartan spirits rise, unyielding and bold, Their saga etched in time, a tale to be told.