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would come to lend a
hand this morning.
Perhaps they feel they
have given enough.
You failed us all.
This is your fault, Themistokles.
Without Spartans,
we're just farmhands.
We should've negotiated with the
Persians when we had the chance.
You are all right.
Yes, we are down to
a handful of boats.
And, yes, we are just farmhands.
We are tradesmen.
We are boys...
Turned to men through the sacrifice
and forge of combat.
And I lost!
If you choose to turn
your back on me,
on your country...
I will not judge you.
You are free to leave.
You are still free men.
Very well.
Then let us put our
shoulders to work
and free those ships from
the bosom of Greece.
Today is a privilege
to call our own.
A story that will be told
for a thousand years.
Let our final stand
be recorded to the histories.
And let it be shown
that we chose to die on our feet
rather than live on our knees!
There is only one thing
you need to know today.
Not to get killed.
No.
Your father's last words.
He told me that you
had earned the right
to sit at the table.
Well, my brother,
I have no more tactics or tricks.
This will be the last
battle that we share.
We have fought next to one another
for as long as I can remember.
Nothing would please me more
than to rest this sword.
The preparations that are required?
Below deck.
Good.
Are you sure that you want
to commit everything?
Yes.
Without Artemisia's command,
the Persian Navy is nothing.
We will never be able to reach her.
I will reach her...
And put an end to this.
There will be no
room for a retreat.
I know.
Today, the last Greek
ships will be destroyed.
Show them no mercy.
Give them no quarter.
Today we will dance across
the backs of dead Greeks.
Today we deliver submission.
Today I want to feel
Themistokles' throat
beneath my boots.
Men!
Brace yourselves.
Prepare for close quarters.
Attack!
Your father watches you!
Hold nothing back!
Seize your glory!
Aah!
I'm not here as a witness!
Now!
And let them send our
souls straight to hell!
Hyah! Come on!
You offered freedom
without consequence
or responsibility.
Are you accepting my offer?
My answer is still no.
Aah!
You fight much harder
than you f***.
Surrender to me.
Or meet your death.
Who would you fight if not for me?
No one could challenge your skill.
I would rather die a free
man than as a slave.
Even if the chain was
attached to you.
It begins as a whisper.
A promise.
The lightest of breezes
dances through the rigging
as it creaks above the death
cries of ten thousand men.
It moves through her hair as
gently as a lover's hand.
That breeze, that
promise, became a wind.
A wind that is blown across Greece
carrying a message told again
and again of our lady freedom
and how wise she was
to charge Leonidas
to lay all at her feet.
A wind, my brothers, of sacrifice.
A wind of freedom.
A wind of justice.
A wind of vengeance.
Aah!
You are being surrounded.
All of Greece has
united against you.
Delphi, Thebes,
Olympia, Arcadia, and Sparta.
If death comes for
me today, I'm ready.
I could lower my sword.
There's still time for you to
ready a launch and escape.
force my hand into action.
Now order your ships to disengage
and surrender to me.
Surrender?
Generals gathered
in their masses
just like witches
at black masses
evil minds that
plot destruction
sorcerers of death's
construction
in the fields the
bodies burning
as the war machine
keeps turning
oh, lord, yeah
oh, lord, yeah
oh, lord, yeah
oh, lord
day of judgment, God is calling
on their knees the
war pigs crawling
no more war pigs have the power
hand of God has struck the hour
oh, lord
oh, lord, yeah
oh, lord, yeah
oh, lord, yeah
oh, lord
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