Lyric

She was the child of silver streams where moonlit spirits used to sing

Then jealous gods tore down the moon and left the sacred forests blind

The rivers dimmed the starlight froze the old songs faded into frost

Her kingdom learned to breathe in dusk and pray beneath an empty sky

A lone knight came with silver bells that rang through mist and ruined prayer

He swore to guard the final spark still hidden in her wounded heart

Through shattered groves and frozen shrines they chased the fragments of the moon

And every toll upon the wind became a vow against the dark

O princess of the lost moon sing through crystal night again

O silver bells ring clear and bright until the dark remembers light

Though jealous gods have stolen grace your hearts still carry dawn within

Let every spirit hear your cry and gather round the fading stars

Let every frozen field awake and bloom beneath your shining sorrow now

Hold fast the last pure flame of love and lift it through the storm

And turn this grief to living light for all the world tonight

They climbed the stairs of silent clouds where spirits slept in broken glass

The gods had chained the moon in grief behind a gate of nameless frost

She touched the light and saw at once the tears of every fallen age

Yet held that sorrow to her breast and would not let its beauty die

The silver knight was pierced by stars when heaven hurled its spears below

Still kneeling there he struck the bell and split the holy dark apart

Its ringing filled her fragile hands with courage older than the gods

And in that sound the spirit queen awoke and called the moonlight home

O princess of the lost moon rise through shattered night again

O silver bells ring clear and bright until the dark remembers light

Though jealous gods have stolen grace your hearts still carry dawn within

Let every spirit hear your cry and gather round the broken stars

Let every frozen field awake and bloom beneath your wounded sorrow

Hold fast the last true flame of hope and lift it through the storm

And turn this grief to living light for all the world tonight

If I must sing with all my grief then let that grief become a guide

If I must lose the hand I love then let his courage stay inside

No god can keep the moon forever from the hearts that still believe

For every bell of sorrow turns at last to hope

Now princess of the lost moon shine and let the silver rivers blaze

O faithful knight your vow still rings within the fire of every heart

The moon returns through tears and scars the broken heavens bloom again

No jealous god can cage the light once love has chosen grief and truth

Let every spirit sing her name let every frozen valley wake

Through all the cold through all the loss her crystal voice becomes the dawn

And every bell of sorrow now is hope across the darkened sky

For beauty lived and did not die