Verse 1
Boots on the ground, standard lines, steady pace
Looks like a normal war till you read in the face
Orders come clean, but there’s more in the tone
Like we’re searchin’ for somethin’ that ain’t ever shown
Civ blocks cleared, every corridor checked
Not for the fight—but for who we detect
One name flagged, now the pattern shifts tight
Whole sector locked down like it’s more than a fight
Brief comes sealed, no chatter on comms
Chain of command keep it tight, no psalms
Every squad placed like a piece on a board
We ain’t here for glory, we follow the word
Eyes on the data, not what they say
Truth in the silence that don’t fade away
If the signal is there, then the target is real
And we close in quiet—confirm and reveal
Chorus
Every mark we strike, wipe the ledger clean
Every name erased, like it’s never been seen
No prayers, no praise, just the weight in between
Every shot we take, for the ghosts in the green
Truth don’t fade—it just cuts unseen
We don’t lose the past, we just hunt what it means
One more soul gone, one less stain to be seen
For the Lion we move—keep the record clean
Verse 2
Engines cut low, then they scream through the night
Black armor flash, no warning, no light
We got the signal—target just moved
No time for lines, just confirm and pursue
Speed over all, we don’t question, just track
Once you’re marked, there ain’t no comin’ back
Dust trail fades, then the silence hits fast
Means we found what we’re huntin’—and it ain’t gonna last
Throttle pinned down, we bend every turn
We don’t chase targets—we make sure they burn
Auspex locked, got the vector in line
Every second you run just shortens your time
No banners, no calls, just engines that howl
Circle gets tight, now you’re feelin’ the prowl
Then it cuts dead—no warning, no sound
That’s the last thing you hear when the Ravenwing’s found
Chorus
Every mark we strike, wipe the ledger clean
Every name erased, like it’s never been seen
No prayers, no praise, just the weight in between
Every shot we take, for the ghosts in the green
Truth don’t fade—it just cuts unseen
We don’t lose the past, we just hunt what it means
One more soul gone, one less stain to be seen
For the Lion we move—keep the record clean
Verse 3
Teleport flare—now the room goes still
Bone white forms and a cold kind of will
No words said, just the sound of the locks
Storm bolters rise, every angle is boxed
You see judgment—we see something betrayed
Every move here already been weighed
No trial, no speech, no need to defend
We don’t come to capture—we come to end
Armor like stone, we don’t break, we advance
Every step taken is already your last
Inner circle knows what the silence means
Truth ain’t mercy—it cuts clean
You don’t face soldiers, you face what remains
Of oaths that were broken and buried in chains
No record, no trace, when the verdict is done
Just dust in the dark—and another one gone
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