480 B.C.

leonidas gave the signal to the man

to command the column march forward

they defied the face of death

marching on while ten thousand fled

480 B.C. was a life

the sweet taste of copper at midnight

sky full of voices that never would stop

talking to you like you’re all they’ve got

i’ll remember this glorious day

when we held the pass at thermopylae

after we die the poets will say

of all that fought one thousand stayed

leonidas led a thousand men

against the nightmare persian

in the face of a numberless horde

they tightened their buckles and drew their swords

480 B.C. was a life

the sweet taste of copper at midnight

sky full of voices that never would stop

talking to you like you’re all they’ve got