Bold in vision, strength of old, reborn, Rejecting norms that modern times have worn. Over mountains, seas, where primal men tread, Nature's laws above all, by them led. Zeal for power, the dominance of might, Embracing hierarchies, the ancient rite.
Ancient warriors, their spirits rise once more, Going against the currents, the modern lore. Exalting nature's rule, the raw and wild,
Man's true essence, not meek or mild. In this age of screens, a call to the prime, Nietzsche's shadows dance, challenging time. Daring all to break free, cast off their chains, Spartans, hunters, in their blood it remains. Eternal fight against the softening days, To the Bronze Age spirit, we set our gaze.