Verse 1

At the narrow pass where the salt wind cuts,

Three hundred shields lock into place.

Bronze rims ring as the first ranks rush,

Dust and iron rise in their face.

Pre-Chorus

A king stands firm, no step withdrawn,

The mountain holds its breath till dawn.

Chorus

Hold the line, hold the stone,

No one crosses while we stand alone.

Three hundred hearts, one shield, one flame,

Let the world remember every name.

Verse 2

Persian banners flood the distant rise,

Arrows darken the hard blue sky.

Leonidas calls, and the ranks reply,