Lyric

When the sealing bells began to ring beneath the blood red moon

A shrine maiden clothed in white stood before the sacred gate

Her prayer beads shook against her hand like stars afraid to fall

For every shadow down the road had teeth and burning eyes

The elders whispered run away while children hid and cried

But she had sworn beside the spring where her lost sister died

If prayer alone could not defend the ones beneath her care

Then prayer would become a blade of light within her hands

Ring, holy bell, through the night and wake my white blade

Let the hundred fiends come screaming under heaven's broken veil

I will cut the dark apart though tears are burning in my eyes

For every life behind this gate, I offer all I am

If my robe is stained with blood, let mercy be the reason

I will not let fear devour the dawn we still believe

Ring, holy bell, through the night, my vow will never break

The demons poured like blackened rain across the cedar road

Their masks were cracked with ancient hate, their laughter split the air

She stepped into the storm of claws with silence on her lips

And drew a single line of silver through the roaring dark

Each bell note struck her wounded heart with memories of home

Her sister's song returned again beneath the clash of steel

She did not swing for pride or wrath, nor thirst for demon blood

She fought because the weak still prayed behind her fading back

Ring, holy bell, through the night and guide my white blade

Let the hundred fiends fall weeping under heaven's wounded stars

I will cut the curse apart though sorrow tears my breath in two

For every name behind this gate, I offer all I am

If my heart must break in war, let love become the reason

I will not let grief surrender the dawn we still believe

Ring, holy bell, through the night, my vow will never break

I wanted only quiet days and flowers by the shrine

Not this road of blood and bells where innocence must burn

Yet when the night devours the small beneath a moonless sky

A gentle soul must rise and make its kindness sharper than a sacred blade

Ring, holy bell, through the night, behold her white blade burning

Through the fire, through the storm, she stands beyond all fear

Every demon split by light becomes a prayer released

Every tear upon her cheek becomes a star above the gate

She bleeds, but still she sings, she breaks, but still she saves

No hell parade can crush the dawn her wounded heart protects

Let the last bell shake the sky and call the morning home

White Blade Shrine Maiden, raise your vow where all our sorrows blaze

Ring, holy bell, through the night, her light will never die for every trembling child still fighting