Enter a realm through the doors of the unknown. There you'll find what purpose is, fate be shown to the willing and the real.
Time taken it's tole, life's not fair the dice we roll implements a heavy tone. Futile.
Burn to the ground all you've found. You are awakening. Bound to your heart, to your soul.
Enter the reckoning.
Gleam'd what you planned, battered fists and broken hands mark the crest of patron saints. Whittled down yet the problem still remains.
Time to do or die, spread your wings and learn to fly or be broken by a stone. Don't give in.
Burn to the ground all you've found. You are awakening. Bound to your heart, to your soul.
Enter the reckoning.
(This cadence, this grievance since you have gone away. Transcending demanding call to enter the reckoning.)