Lyric

Beneath the blue moon's ancient shrine she stood where rivers prayed

A sword shrine maiden crowned with bells and starlight on her sleeves

The mountains shook as eight dark heads rose howling from the deep

And every village torch bent low before the serpent's shadow

The elders named that beast a god from ages drowned in fear

It drank the rain, devoured fields, and bound the dead in scales

She drew the heaven-forged blade that slept beneath the cedar roots

And swore the moon would see no child surrendered to its jaws

Blue moon, shine upon my blade and make this night remember

I will strike the serpent down where sacred rivers cry

Eight heads rise, eight stars fall, yet my vow will never tremble

For every soul trapped in its coils, I carry prayer and fire

If my body breaks beneath the fangs, let courage bloom from blood

I am the shrine, I am the storm, I am the song of dawn

Blue moon, shine upon my blade until the heavens roar

She climbed the broken valley path through poison mist and rain

The first head split the cedar sky, the second swallowed flame

But every stroke released a voice once sealed inside the curse

And ghostly hands became the wind that pushed her forward still

The serpent laughed with thunder tongues and crowned itself with night

It showed her all the graves that waited if her knees should fail

She heard her mother's lullaby beneath the screaming scales

Then grief became a sacred sun that burned within her blade

Blue moon, rise above my blade and make this legend thunder

I will cut the serpent's curse where ancient rivers bleed

Eight heads rage, eight bells cry, yet my heart will never falter

For every name lost in the dark, I carry light and steel

If my life must feed the dawn, let honor bloom from blood

I am the shrine, I am the storm, I am the oath of spring

Blue moon, rise above my blade until the heavens roar

I was not born a goddess, only one who heard them weep

Yet when a thousand prayers were placed within my trembling hands

The fear inside my mortal heart became a silver road

And every step toward death became a vow no beast could break

Blue moon, blaze upon my blade, behold the shrine maiden rising

Through the rain, through the venom, her sacred steel ascends

One by one the serpent's heads fall burning into stars

Every captive soul flies free across the purified river

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

No ancient terror can devour the hope her blade defends

Raise the bells, awaken dawn, let every mountain speak her name

The sword shrine maiden lifts the sky and carves a myth from sorrow

Blue moon, blaze upon my blade, her legend will shine forever through every age and heart alive