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I breathe and prepare my spear,

i pray to Ares "hardened my blade and my shield"

we will fight for our land, we will fight for democracy,

stop the persians, stop the King.

Clear my fear, make me brave Apollo.

A wall of shields, a storm of bronze

They are so many,

but they are slaves

we are stronger!

thy armor is weak,

can not resist,

we will prevail.

They embark his cavalry,

this is our chance,

it's time for battle.

We move to the rhythm of paean,

a solid wall of shields,

clouds of arrows darkened the sky,

we will fight.

Bronze Storm!

One hundred meters,

to the persian lines

we run to the battle!

the first line fall,

the dead are piled,

we are stronger!

The persian center resist,

they push us back,

our wings move,

our center stops and became stronger,

we flank the enemy,

the time to kill is now.

We break the enemy spirit,

our soldiers are stronger,

our gods superior,

we won the battle.

Clear my fear, make me strong Apollo.

A wall of shields, a storm of bronze