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[Verse 1]
At the Hot Gates, dawn was red
Three hundred breaths, three hundred dead
Bronze on bronze, the canyon shook
Sparta stood where fear first looked
Leonidas, scar on scar
Held the line beneath the star
Salt on lips and dust in throat
Still they tightened every coat
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that hill?
Hear that prayer?
Steel to steel
They’re still there
[Chorus]
Hold the gate!
Hold the gate!
Three hundred hearts won’t break
Hold the gate!
Hold the gate!
Sparta holds till night
(Sparta holds!)
(Sparta holds!)
[Verse 2]
Xerxes came with rivers wide
Gold and horsehair, wave on tide
Arrows fell like winter hail
Shields split open, helms turned pale
A traitor’s hand, a hidden path
Bought them doom in mountain wrath
Still they laughed with cracked-up lungs
Spit and blood on bitten tongues
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear that hill?
Hear that cry?
No one kneels
No one dies
[Chorus]
Hold the gate!
Hold the gate!
Three hundred hearts won’t break
Hold the gate!
Hold the gate!
Sparta holds till night
(Sparta holds!)
(Sparta holds!)
[Bridge]
Then the sun went blind with ash
Then the oars came in at last
Leonidas, shield in splinters
Rose through smoke and broken timbers
“Tell them this,” his final breath
“Tell them we defied their death”
And the stones remembered well
How the west wind learned to yell
[Final Chorus]
Hold the gate!
Hold the gate!
Three hundred hearts won’t break
Hold the gate!
Hold the gate!
Sparta holds till night
Hold the gate!
Hold the gate!
Blood and iron, no retreat
Hold the gate!
Hold the gate!
Leonidas won’t leave
(Leonidas!)
(Leonidas!)
(Sparta holds!)
Details
GeneratedMay 27, 2026
Duration4:28
LanguageEnglish
Style
Folk-metal with pounding double-kick pulse, galloping triplet riffs, bowed nyckelharpa and frame drums; verses ride a grim march with gritty male vocals and chanted gang answers, pre-chorus strips to toms and drone, chorus slams in with shouted harmonies and last-word delays. Add distant horn calls, sword-clang transitions, and a final breakdown with battle cries over a wide, raw mix, folk, metal
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Brutal folk-metal retelling of Ther-mop-uh-lee and Sparta’s 300 holding the Hot Gates against Xerxes’ Persian army. Blood, shattered shields, betrayal, exhaustion, and the final stand of Leonidas.
