Lyric

Under the hazy moon she climbed the gate where dead winds cried

A sword princess wrapped in black with silver tears on steel

The nobles smiled with borrowed faces hiding rakshasa eyes beneath noble painted skin

And every lantern in the rain looked red with swallowed names

They called her cursed for seeing truth beneath the painted skin

They barred the palace doors and spat her name into the mud

Yet children vanished every night while priests looked toward the floor

So she unsheathed the moonlit blade and chose the hated road

Hazy moon, reveal the monsters wearing human faces

I will cut their masks away though all the world condemns my blade

Rashomon is crying, hear the blood beneath the rain

I am not your holy light, I am the shadow that protects it

If mercy needs a darker hand then let my soul be stained

For every child they swallowed, for every mother left to pray

Hazy moon, guide my blade until their false hearts break beyond the gate

Above the gate the rakshasa danced in robes of courtly gold

Their laughter rang like temple bells made hollow by deceit

She saw the fear behind their eyes when moonlight touched her sword

And felt no joy, only grief, as justice bared its teeth

The first head fell and wore the face of one who blessed the town

The second begged with human tears and cursed her as a beast

But from the shadows came small voices calling out her name

Then sorrow roared into her hands and drove the steel ahead through haunted midnight rain

Hazy moon, reveal the demons hiding human faces

I will tear their lies apart though all the heavens turn away

Rashomon is burning, hear the souls beneath the rain

I am not your spotless saint, I am the night that guards the morning

If salvation needs a sinner then let my name be stained

For every dream they murdered, for every grave they made

Hazy moon, guide my blade until their false hearts break beyond the gate

I wanted only one warm dawn where no one feared my eyes

I wanted hands that did not shake when I came near

But if the frightened world survives by hating what I am

Then I will bear that hatred and keep walking through the dark alone

Hazy moon, behold the princess rising over Rashomon

Through the blood, through the thunder, her lonely blade ascends

Every rakshasa mask is split, every stolen soul flies home

The gate of lies collapses under one forbidden cry

She weeps, but still she strikes, she falls, but still she saves

No crown will call her pure, no shrine will cleanse her name

Yet dawn will know the shadow that defended all its light

O sword princess of the hazy moon, let your sorrow become flame

Rashomon remembers you where broken hearts begin to rise and sing beneath the morning sky