Dear Fate (Metal Fate Remix)

Dear Fate, What have you written about me? These lines that are mine, What do they imply? Where will they lead me? Defeat or impede me? I stand always at their precipice, And trace their lengths… Wondering, Wandering, deep into this abyss... Living with joy, Dying in sorrow; The gift of tomorrow, The broken and narrow, Crisscrossing through space and time… All are mine. I accept (amor fati) I accept (amor fati) I accept (amor fati) Dear Fate, I travel your lines; I climb your peaks; I tumble down your descents. Disassembled my guise; I've sown what I reap; My trespasses, I repent. The wonders of you, of mine; And the staleness of you, of mine I carry endlessly, my eternal recurrence, Tempting me, bending me, sending me, An inferno burning since, This internal turbulence, Took flight. I accept (I accept) (I accept) All are mine. I accept (amor fati) I accept (amor fati) I accept (amor fati) Dear Fate, The suns of your springs alight warmly Upon my face and smile, Rippling my cells forth; The ice of your winters prick harshly Into my palms and knees, Exploding shards through my falling tears I live your prophecies And dance in their light and shadows And if I must fall I only ask the right to battle Oh, my dearest Fate How you write my story The agony of the fall or the revel of glory These lines that draw my gaze A future of haze unravel before me With shallow shores or depth of the sea A path serene or stark and stormy. All are mine. I accept (amor fati) I accept (amor fati) I accept (amor fati) Dear Fate, What do you whisper about me? The tales you've told or yet to tell; My tribulations, my trials, The situations I've yet to trail, My convictions, my fails. The cards you dealt, Where will you lead me? How will you leave me? I dance to your chants and rhymes, I accept, and kiss the hands of time. I stare always at this edge I face, And pace my strength. In time, all are mine. I live your prophecies, And laugh in the fight and gallows, Oh my dearest Fate, How you write my story, With shallow shores or depth of the sea, A path serene or dark and stormy? The ice of your winters, The cold and the blisters. The suns of your springs, Alight warmly upon my skin.