March of the Spartoi
Behold, love the sons of Marush go to war
Shields adjoined, believe, we'll hold our ground.
Mothers dear, your sons, here they march.
Sing now, old fathers, sing of pride.
keep the line, brothers, stand as one. Spears you'll lower,
hold their charge!
Shields adjoined, believe, we'll hold our ground.
Mothers dear, your sons, here they march.
Sing now, old fathers, sing of pride.
keep the line, brothers, stand as one. Spears you'll lower,
hold their charge!
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