March of the hoplite

Marching onto war under
the lukewarm summer's rain
Flutes and drums lead us to fight
Slaves carry (the) panoplies,
commanders choose the way
We hide the fear and wait the sign

We, shall we pay the price for freedom
with our blood and with life?
Free men we were born, and holding
the spear we will die!

All my brothers they are here,
here among the ranks
the bonds of blood stronger than death
For our families and for our land we fight
they cannot take what's ours by right

We, shall we pay the price for freedom
in this gory end?
Free men we were born and we will die
with sword in hand!

As I stand waiting for them
I cannot hold a tear
on my lips it burns away
the shadow my fear

I mourn my life
I close my eyes
I will miss sunlight...

To my master Ares
servant I will be
In the eyes of Thanatos
I'll laugh and spit

But still, this fray
I only prey
Not to be my last!

Rushing towards
The round shields' wall
The final clash is drawing near!

Knees bent in dust
Bones broken fast
Will be the only sound to hear!

Shame falls upon
the coward sons
that shieldless dare to return home!

And when the wounds
Rip through your back
You'll die the shameful coward's death!

So this great battle once again
is coming to an end
I wash away blood from my hands
The duty of my kind is once again fulfilled
By those who died as those who killed...

We shall we pay the price for freedom
with our blood and with life?
Free men we were born,
and holding the spear we will die!