Then, and again, sing of three hundred men Glory and death, Spartans will never surrender Many many years ago, when Persia came ashore Heeding Leonidas' call the Spartans went to war Joined by their brothers, a few against the fateful horde

Tomorrow I ride at dawn Like my father And his father And his father before Watched the soil burn with fire War after war Done things I didn't know I could For the common good Give a man a hundred years

Broken dreams so grand, sing of his final stand, long live Carolus Brought by soldiers hand, back to the fatherland, long live Carolus Rex Killed by his own or by his foes, turned the tide Three hundreds years still no one knows, the secret remains

It must have been a bitch while I was gone I'm sorry to have taken so long You'll reacquaint yourself with my style All this time you put up a fear For a hundred thousand years You mind if I sit down for a while Well, how could you have waited so long

We rock the world, ooh, yeah We didn't listen when they said it can't be done It's gonna make the papers This shit's gon' hit the news 'Cause fear don't haunt the madness Got nothing left to lose A hundred years from now There's still be talking, girl I

Just let me die When the end is getting closer And the earth has burned the sky Now repent 'cause it's all over Here's the massacre A mausoleum fit for me Lived a hundred years, A hundred years I didn't see Gave all my hope away

A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly Then it's just too much, I cannot get you close enough And then it's

Four hundred thousend years ago They came from outer space And gave us life here We are taking everything for granted I don't think we should do this now And when I see the smoke all around I feel like I'm now From humankind down there I feel like

Hear the bucket hit the bottom and the rope come rolling by Piece by lonely piece the mountainside tumbles away Back down to the river bottom lined with pocket worry stones A hundred years in hand worn smooth by long grandmother nights Sitting by the

Four hundred years (four hundred years, four hundred years. wo-o-o-o) And it's the same The same (wo-o-o-o) philosophy I've said it's four hundred years; (four hundred years, four hundred years. wo-o-o-o, wo-o-o-o) Look, how long (wo-o-o-o) And the