Death race-ShantSagar

In hurried steps, we chase our fate's cruel jest,  Each heartbeat echoes relentless drum,  A dance with shadows where the soul finds rest.  The clock's hands spin, time's winding thread unwound,  Through labyrinthine paths where hope succumbs,  In hurried steps, we chase our fate's cruel jest.  Dark whispers weave through dreams where fears protest,  In the twilight's embrace, where whispers hum,  A dance with shadows where the soul finds rest.  The road ahead, a winding, fraught contest,  Where destinies entwine, and hearts succumb,  In hurried steps, we chase our fate's cruel jest.  Beneath the veil of stars, our fears invest,  In silence, where the brave and timid become,  A dance with shadows where the soul finds rest.  Amidst the labyrinth, where dreams attest,  Our journey ends, where all the races come,  In hurried steps, we chase our fate's cruel jest,  A dance with shadows where the soul finds rest.