Row (Into The Storm)

Row

On open water, the greek will make their stand
For their nation, burn the hand of hate
Outnumbered, there is no retreat
But they wont bend there knees

Into the fire, they ride the storm of war
Theres no mercy, onward is the law
For freedom, ancient spirits roar
And they answer the call

Night is falling  fate is calling
And the wind whispers defeat
Night is falling  fate is calling

God on a mountain, high-handed king
And ships, by thousand, lay below
Blood of the fallen, the tide turns red
And the battle rages on

Row

A thousand nations, descend on mother Greece
Strait of Salamis, there they break the siege
Now beaten, Xerxes calls retreat
To Asia he flees