Born of the Trial

I count the marks that time has carved upon my hands
Through jagged rocks and hollow, barren lands
Every scar carries a name, a story left to tell
Of endless nights where shadows rose and shadows fell

The air is heavy, and the breath is short upon the climb
But I feel the blood pulsing, defying space and time
I am not made of glass, I do not fear the final ghost
For those who've seen the depths can face the storm the most

The obstacle's a master teaching me how to fight for the light
The mountain's high but my will is reaching for a greater height

I live the now, intense, through the fire and the strain
I tear down the walls with the strength born of my pain
Whatever the cost, whatever the world demands
I find the power held within my own two hands

And if the weight of the world should bend my weary knees
I'll turn the dust into the wind and sail across the seas

I live the now, intense, through the fire and the strain
I tear down the walls with the strength born of my pain
Whatever the cost, whatever the world demands
I find the power held within my own two hands

To live is to fight
And in this fight, I choose to win