Sabaton
Coat of Arm
At dawn, envoy arrives,
Morning of October 28th,
"NO DAY" proven by deeds,
Descendants of Sparta, Athens and Crete.
Look now, ready to fight,
Enemies charge from the hills,
To arms, facing defeat,
There's no surrender, there's no retreat.
Time after time,
Force the enemies back to the line.
Call to armas, banners fly in the wind,
For the glory of Hellas.
Call to arms, reading freedom or death,
Blood of king Leonidas.
Air raid, pounding the land,
Bombers are flying both day and night,
Endure six day of rain,
Dropped by invaders, bomb raid in vain.
Strike hard, the tables have turned,
Drive them back over the hills,
At arms, just like before,
Soldiers, civilians, Hellas at war.
By their own hand,
Forced the enemy out of their land.
Call to armas, banners fly in the wind,
For the glory of Hellas.
Call to arms, reading freedom or death,
Blood of king Leonidas.
Just like their ancestors ages ago,
Fought in the face of defeat,
Those three hundred men,
Left a pride to uphold,
Freedom or death in the fight.
Then, now again,
Blood of heroes saving their land.
Call to armas, banners fly in the wind,
For the glory of Hellas.
Call to arms, reading freedom or death,
Blood of king Leonidas.
Call to armas, banners fly in the wind,
For the glory of Hellas.
Call to arms, reading freedom or death,
Blood of king Leonidas.
Morning of October 28th,
"NO DAY" proven by deeds,
Descendants of Sparta, Athens and Crete.
Look now, ready to fight,
Enemies charge from the hills,
To arms, facing defeat,
There's no surrender, there's no retreat.
Time after time,
Force the enemies back to the line.
Call to armas, banners fly in the wind,
For the glory of Hellas.
Call to arms, reading freedom or death,
Blood of king Leonidas.
Air raid, pounding the land,
Bombers are flying both day and night,
Endure six day of rain,
Dropped by invaders, bomb raid in vain.
Strike hard, the tables have turned,
Drive them back over the hills,
At arms, just like before,
Soldiers, civilians, Hellas at war.
By their own hand,
Forced the enemy out of their land.
Call to armas, banners fly in the wind,
For the glory of Hellas.
Call to arms, reading freedom or death,
Blood of king Leonidas.
Just like their ancestors ages ago,
Fought in the face of defeat,
Those three hundred men,
Left a pride to uphold,
Freedom or death in the fight.
Then, now again,
Blood of heroes saving their land.
Call to armas, banners fly in the wind,
For the glory of Hellas.
Call to arms, reading freedom or death,
Blood of king Leonidas.
Call to armas, banners fly in the wind,
For the glory of Hellas.
Call to arms, reading freedom or death,
Blood of king Leonidas.