Break yourself, to become real.
There is no summit
That will not submit,
The depths will yield
So you can reach the bottom,
And a fate will unfold that you never even dreamed.

This is the moment. Miss it — you will regret it,
And you will call yourself “a weakling.”
You will exist, and not live,
For you did not believe in yourself, you acted wrong.

A shortage of heroes — society is waiting.
They’re counting on you —
A chance was given.
Not merely a need
Receives you —
You enter a trance.