Lyric

No drums are heard, no banners rise

The breath is held, the world denies

In shadowed ranks, in iron calm

They stand like stone, no fear, no psalm

The enemy moves, unaware

Of judgment frozen in Spartan glare

Not rage, not haste, but lethal grace

The hunter waits… and seals his fate

Steel is still, the night obeys

Heartbeats march in measured ways

This is war before the cry

This is where the weak will die

Eyes of the wolf, fixed on the prey

Sparta waits — then tears away

No mercy begged, no warning given

Death descends, ordained by heaven

Born for war, sworn to the end

Silent gods their blades attend

In patience forged, in blood they trust

All who face them turn to dust

They do not rush to meet the kill

They let the world come to them still

Each breath a vow, each stance a law

The edge of fate, the final draw

Shields aligned, like teeth of stone

A wall that claims the flesh and bone

When they advance, the earth will know:

This step is death. There is no foe

No retreat, no backward glance

Only one truth, only one chance

When Sparta strikes, the gods look on

And mark the hour the world is gone

Eyes of the wolf, fixed on the prey

Sparta waits — then tears away

No mercy begged, no warning given

Death descends, ordained by heaven

Born for war, sworn to the end

Silent gods their blades attend

In patience forged, in blood they trust

All who face them turn to dust

By law, by blood, by final breath

We are the masters born of death

Not hunters chasing fading light—

We are the night

Eyes of the wolf, unblinking flame

Sparta carves the world in shame

From stillness comes the crushing storm

The end made flesh, the war made form

Sing no tears for those who fall

Their fate was sealed against the wall

For where they stood, and dared to stay—

Sparta watched…

And chose the prey