Private chamber, candle smoke, a hush that cuts like glass, Frost along the stonework where the finishing spells have passed. From a night of ritual shaping, a colder self will grow— A mind in borrowed likeness, born from snow. A circle chalked, a whispered count, the page begins to turn— A mirror stirs to speak the words for which the maker yearns. Legends swear the whole can end the war, But books fall silent on the rod’s true lore. City of Doors, answer me, Gateway of worlds, turn the key. Rod in shards, the purpose one, Point the way to what must be done. City of Doors, give us more, Truth and knowledge, find it all. Show the path where legends hide, Open the way from inside. He trusts no counsel, court, or creed, too many fools within; The only one he dares to trust is the echo of his skin. The copy wakes and tests the light; the chill begins to slow. Ebyn draws a robe across its back and says, “Your name is Echo.” Commune, regeneration, portals cut in air, Not the way, not yet the why - so take us there. My will binds our paths - our goals align, Sigil has the key, now walk that line. City of Doors, answer me, Gateway of worlds, turn the key. Rod in shards, the purpose one, Point the way to what must be done. City of Doors, give us more, Truth and knowledge, find it all. Show the path where legends hide, Open the way from inside. Different doorway, different lore, Sigil has the truth we're reaching for. Not the pieces - but their use. Find the how that sets them loose. (Solo) [final chorus] City of Doors, answer me, Gateway of worlds, turn the key. Rod in shards, the purpose one, Point the way to what must be done. City of Doors, give us more, Truth and knowledge, find it all. Show the path where legends hide, Open the way from inside. Echo breathes
