(Verse 1) The strike you land won’t reach me yet, In Fate’s Tapestry, it is among tomorrow’s threads. I walk the gyre, round and round, Time bends to give me space unbound. (Chorus) Tomorrow is borrowed, so I may stand tall, What strikes today may never fall. I turn the gyre, delay the blow, And shift the tides before the world knows. (Verse 2) Your power waits, caught in the wheel, Its force postponed, its edge not yet real. But if I break you in this fight, Your curse dissolves into yesterday’s night. (Chorus) Tomorrow is borrowed, I stand tall, What strikes today may never 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 infinite 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, What strikes today may never 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.