300: Rise of an Empire Page #5

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.

I played a dangerous game...

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.

It would be a poor choice to

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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