Tree of Doubt Lyrics

Naileth down, these peasants of the poisoned land
Hangeth high the corpses of their women and children
Never rest until their bodies cover every inch
The tree of doubt- it bares the fruit of extinction
Death to those who disbelieve

Death to those who dare not bend their knee before
The mighty Xerxes
All are left to hang in suffering and shame
As fruit upon this sickening tree

No sleep for our king tonight
While we dream of flesh and blood
A village burns, a human sacrifice
For a man who fancies himself a god
They call them immortals
They are the hunters of men's souls
Known from the ancient times
Guards to the king, these persian ghosts

We stand under this tree of doubt
But we shall put their names to the test
So onward to those gates we march
Where Xerxes numbers count for nothing
For honor's sake, for duty's sake
For glory's sake, we march
These motherless dogs shall be embraced
By the loving arms of Greece herself

It does look like rain

Thus begins the fall of all kings
Dust in the palm of mighty lord Xerxes
The sky begs for forgiveness as the earth bleeds

Within our minds, the tree instills
The fear that Spartan glory slays
We'll stand our ground, our shields hold strong
No mercy for the Persian slaves
Before this day is over
Xerxes will fear the death we bring
Our forces won't be broken
They will be cut to pieces
Strength of the phalanx fueled by hate
A beast approaches, savoring the meal to come
For death we wait

Against our shields they smash
Wave after wave, butchering the pigs
The gods are pleased
More slaves than warriors, they fall
We carve through flesh and bone
Writhe in fear, pile up the dead!

We are the fist in the face of this false god
300 strong, defenders of mighty Greece
May their blood quench the thirst of the earth
As we march into the mouth of hell

The world will know that free men stood against a tyrant,
That few stood against many
Before this battle is over
They will know even a god-king can bleed

Our pass betrayed for flesh and gold
Persia surrounds us, taking aim
Their eyes meet once again
The Kings can see that Sparta's battle ends

But we will bow to no man

At Thermopylae we fought with grace and honor
Fearing nothing
Piled Persian dead give testament to
Sparta's strength and will
So let the spear fly
Make this god-king fucking bleed

We will bow to no man

For my queen
For my land
For my freedom
I embrace the end

Our hearts filled with hate
The arrows pierce our flesh
We will stand as one
Embracing glorious death