Spartans! Ready your breakfast and eat hearty, for tonight we dine in Hell!
Spartan King Leonidas
No retreat, no surrender. That is Spartan law. And by Spartan law we will stand and fight, and die.
Spartan King Leonidas
A new age has come: an age of freedom. And all will know that 300 Spartans gave their last breath to defend it.
A new age has come: an age of freedom. And all will know that 300 Spartans gave their last breath to defend it.
Spartan King Leonidas
Remember this day, men, for it will be yours for all time.
Remember this day, men, for it will be yours for all time.
Spartan King Leonidas
Give them nothing! But take from them everything!
Give them nothing! But take from them everything!
Spartan King Leonidas
Remember us, as simple an order as a king can give. Remember why we died. For he didn't wish tribute or song. No monuments, no poems of war and valour. His wish was simple...remember us, he said to me. That was his hope. Should any free soul come across that place, in all the countless centuries yet to be, may all our voices whisper to you from the ageless stones: Go tell the Spartans, passer-by, that here by Spartan law we lie. So my king died, and my brothers died, barely a year ago. Long I pondered my king's cryptic talk of victory. Time has proven him wise, for from free Greek to free Greek the word was spread that bold Leonidas and his 300, so far from home, laid down their lives, not just for Sparta, but for all Greece and the promise this country holds. Now, here on this ragged patch of earth called Plataea, Xerxes' hordes face obliteration! Just there the barbarians huddle, sheer terror gripping tight their hearts with icy fingers, knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of 300. Yet they stare now across the plain at 10,000 Spartans commanding 30,000 free Greeks! Haroo! The enemy outnumber us a paltry three to one! Good odds for any Greek. This day we rescue a world from mysticism and tyranny, and usher in a future brighter than anything we could imagine. Give thanks, men, to Leonidas and the brave 300! To victory!
Remember us, as simple an order as a king can give. Remember why we died. For he didn't wish tribute or song. No monuments, no poems of war and valour. His wish was simple...remember us, he said to me. That was his hope. Should any free soul come across that place, in all the countless centuries yet to be, may all our voices whisper to you from the ageless stones: Go tell the Spartans, passer-by, that here by Spartan law we lie. So my king died, and my brothers died, barely a year ago. Long I pondered my king's cryptic talk of victory. Time has proven him wise, for from free Greek to free Greek the word was spread that bold Leonidas and his 300, so far from home, laid down their lives, not just for Sparta, but for all Greece and the promise this country holds. Now, here on this ragged patch of earth called Plataea, Xerxes' hordes face obliteration! Just there the barbarians huddle, sheer terror gripping tight their hearts with icy fingers, knowing full well what merciless horrors they suffered at the swords and spears of 300. Yet they stare now across the plain at 10,000 Spartans commanding 30,000 free Greeks! Haroo! The enemy outnumber us a paltry three to one! Good odds for any Greek. This day we rescue a world from mysticism and tyranny, and usher in a future brighter than anything we could imagine. Give thanks, men, to Leonidas and the brave 300! To victory!
Dilios
