Sons of Laconia, under Lycurgian law   300 noblemen, ancient world in awe   Facing Xerxes might, no hope for victory   Still Persian blood coloured the Aegian Sea      Go, tell the Spartans, stranger passing by,   That here, obedient to their laws, we lie.      Lacedaemon's mothers gave birth to men,   Withstanding thousends again and again   None will behold the Eurotas Valley no more   This sacrifice needed to silence Persia's roar      No matter how fierce the spirit or mind   Blades striking, the kings' heart declined   Round he spun, and down he fell   No scream, no word, no cowardice yell      Symbolic sacrifice, all for the Hellenic land   Spartan codes of honour and inspiring guiding hand      No Spartiate soul left alive to tell   How bravely they fought, by treason they fell   Not a stone on their turf, nor a bone in their graves   They live on in history that immortally saves      Go, tell the Spartans, stranger passing by,   That here, obedient to their laws, we lie