The gate is locked, guarded by a password.

Below it are a couple smaller password-guarded gates, each with a little riddle written on them.

Riddle 1:

Every other reign to come
He shows his face to no one
And when the darkness primes its grime
He shows his face one more time

Riddle 2:

Its death is certain, all the same
Yet it is born again
Stopping it is impossible
With rhytm it is compossible

Riddle 3:

The deaf can hear it
The blind can see it
Completely inconsiderate
There are many, all different