[ticking clock] (Verse 1) The strike you landed hasn’t reached me yet, In Fate’s Tapestry, it is among tomorrow’s threads. I walk the gyre, round and round, Time bends, into its spiral your attack is bound. (Chorus) Tomorrow is borrowed, so today I can stand tall, What struck me may never fall. I turn the gyre, delay the blow, And shift the tides before the world can know. (Verse 2) Your power waits, caught in the wheel, Its force postponed, its edge not yet real. If I break your flow in this fight, Your curse will dissolve into yesterday’s night. (Chorus) Tomorrow is borrowed, so today I may stand tall, Your strike has yet to fall. I turn the gyre, delay the blow, And shift the tides before the world knows. (Bridge) Through the endless spiral I trace, No start, no end, just an infinite expanse in a moment’s space. In the Gyre, all history’s my own, What you set in motion remains unknown. (Verse 3) The gyre turns, as I foresee, Each thread of fate entwines with me. What strikes today still hasn’t come, For tomorrow’s pull can’t be undone. (Chorus) Tomorrow is borrowed, I stand tall, Your strike may never again fall. I turn the gyre, delay the blow, And shift the tides before the world knows. (Outro) Through the ages, the gyre is my guide, Time and fate I can’t yet fight. But in this battle, I take control, For tomorrow’s tapestry is yet to unfurl.