We are free men,
Standing and our deeds of arms will remain in memories,
On us, even time crumbles
Spartan Spirit

You see this title on the starting grid, it's us
Proud, passionate, ready for anything, except to kneel
Six ordinary guys, valiant Paladins
Six stealthy killers with a sharp mind like Aladdin
To unite our skills, was to cross our destinies
From this alliance was born a weapon whose words are the most feared
Between deadly tirades, and bloody refrains
Our verses have flown over the globe, shaving it with their wings
Born from a city known for not shutting up
Marseillais, yeah it's true, way too much pride
Volunteers, determined, ready to draw our destinies
And flee the fate of these decimated troops
And time has passed, caught us in its nets
Tossed between personal dramas and cries of newborns
Between furious assaults, and warrior's rest
In the heart of a battle one day one of us collapsed
So be it, nothing is eternal
Treachery lurks around every corner
Always alert, the five senses awake
Too many wounds, it was bound to wake up the beast one day
Under the sun's fire, or torrential rains
Subject to it but our quest expects nothing from the sky
Our convictions push us, the technique does the rest
I don't know why the noise of the crash of phrases calls us
It's our bushido, between smile and tear
Serve the ultimate rhyme until death disarms us
Constantly pushing back the charge of enraged haters
You will always find us there, upright, at the end of this parade

Spartan Spirit!

(Always there) Always there, yeah!
(Always there) Yeah
(Always there) Always there!
(Always there) Spartan Spirit!
(Always there) Always there,
(Always there) Always there, you know it
(Always there) Huh
(Always there)

On us, even time crumbles
Spartan Spirit!

In these most tragic days,
We never lost faith giving in to panic
We preserve ethics, it's heard in the titles
Not a moment was the sense of the word team violated
Our hands forged our weapons, in the bath of our souls
It's a careful dosage not to swallow Prozac
And when we come home alone, we face space
You have to know that we will all leave without leaving a trace
At least physically, equal in the face of death
The Old Man doesn't care about our fifty gold records
He will tell you the wind, he will blow the song
Of little militant rats, terrorizing elephants
It's true the story is beautiful, because we write it together
For a few decibels sometimes puts our lips in blood
Hear it's that yeah together
Because that's what will remain the days when we will all be ashes
We forced the doors, faced the storms
A hard experience that would turn your idols into wimps
We are those guys in the black helmet on the bike
You shouldn't mess with Benkei and Minamoto
Let us enjoy our hours, all alone in our corner
We do rap, why say we want your bread
With cash, or sand in the pockets
We always appear with the kind permission of our balls
And when the accounts come and we have fallen
You can say, "Damn rap but how they loved it!"
Until that day they taste our sharp blades
You will always find us there, upright, at the end of this parade
Spartan Spirit.

In this narrow corridor their number will no longer cost us
And wave after wave their assaults will break!
On our shields

(Always there) Always there, yeah!
(Always there) Yeah,
(Always there) Always there!
(Always there) That's it yeah, huh
(Always there) Always there
(Always there) Always there, you know it
(Always there) Always there, yeah!
(Always there)

On us, even time crumbles
Spartan Spirit!

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