Verse 1 In a room full of shouting voices He listened instead of spoke Maps and broken futures Written in every stroke While others swung their anger Like blades they could not see Arroti watched the battlefield And read the enemy Pre-Chorus He never needed armor Never needed a sword His mind was the weapon That changed every war Chorus He is Arroti, the Child of Strategy Born where the fire meets the mind While the Lion breaks the enemy Arroti draws the line Every move a future Every thought a key He is Arroti, the Child of Strategy And the war bends to what he sees Verse 2 They thought him just a quiet boy Standing in the storm But silence is where victories Are quietly born He counted every weakness Every step, every lie Turning chaos into order While the world rushed by Pre-Chorus Where others see destruction He sees the path to win Chorus He is Arroti, the Child of Strategy Born where the fire meets the mind While the Lion breaks the enemy Arroti draws the line Every move a future Every thought a key He is Arroti, the Child of Strategy And the war bends to what he sees Bridge Let the generals rage Let the armies collide He already knows Who will fall and who survives From the smallest detail To the final stand He moves the whole world With a flick of his hand Breakdown No shouting No pride No reckless display Just a thousand outcomes Lined up in his gaze Final Chorus He is Arroti, the Child of Strategy The quiet hand of fate When the Lion roars for justice Arroti seals their fate No throne and no crown No hunger for glory Just the one who writes The ending of the story Outro While the Lion stands in fire And dares the dark to fight Arroti shapes tomorrow In the silence of the night And when Grace Meria survives The wars they could not see They will whisper the name Of the Child of Strategy
