All are borne to endless night,
Or to a light too fierce, too bright;
Each bound within a single thread,
Both paths of suffering, deeply wed.

No clash ofrealms, no victor’s claim,
Just one relentless, grinding aim-
Evil shapes with shadowed hand,
Good guides with light we scarce withstand.

For dreadseeps deep when truth is known:
These trials are seeds so carefully sown,
Not random storms, nor chaos wild,
But fires that cleanse, like fate beguiled.

And thosewho learn to dance with dark,
Find that each step leaves a mark-
Too close to good, become they prey;
Too far, and dark demands they pay.

Yet in thiscircle, iron-bound,
We’re spared by those whose will is wound
With purpose cold, no idle grace,
But mercy honed in ruthless space.

To break,to yield, to rise once more,
While suffering’s tide drags to the shore-
Our path ordained, our shadows cast,
Bound by design both fierce and vast.

Listen to it as a song

[Verse 1]
All are borne to endless night,
Or to a light too fierce, too bright;
Each bound within a single thread,
Both paths of suffering, deeply wed.

[Chorus]
No clash of realms, no victor’s claim,
Just one relentless, grinding aim—
Evil shapes with shadowed hand,
Good guides with light we scarce withstand.

[Verse 2]
For dread seeps deep when truth is known,
These trials are seeds so carefully sown,
Not random storms, nor chaos wild,
But fires that cleanse, like fate beguiled.

[Bridge]
And those who learn to dance with dark,
Each step they take leaves its mark—
Too close to good, become they prey;
Too far, and dark demands they pay.

[Outro]
Yet in this circle, iron-bound,
We’re spared by those whose will is wound
With purpose cold, no idle grace,
Mercy honed in ruthless space.