Crimson Moon

Under the crimson moon… can you hear the spirits move? Shadows fall like petals in the cold night air Lanterns flicker softly as if whispering a prayer I walk the path where ancient echoes never fade The shamisen is crying like a ghost beneath the blade My heartbeat follows taiko thunder in the dark A silent vow is burning like an amber spark And though the wind is calling out my name I feel your memory flicker in the flame So guide me through the night Through the storm of fading light Koto strings are pulling me Into the place I used to be Even if the sky divides I will face the shifting tides On this road of fractured fate I rise again—I won’t hesitate Footsteps echo softly on the broken shrine Your shadow dances somewhere between worlds and time A shaken breath, a tremor running through my chest I chase the truth that vanished with the last sunset The shakuhachi is crying like a wounded soul The night reveals the scars I never could control And though the past is pulling like a chain I’ll cut it loose and step beyond the pain So guide me through the night Through the storm of fading light Koto strings are pulling me Into the place I used to be Even if the sky divides I will face the shifting tides On this road of fractured fate I rise again—I won’t hesitate If everything should fall apart tonight I’ll carve my name inside the dying light From every wound, from every tear I bleed A thousand prayers will carry me So guide me through the night Through the storm of fading light Koto strings won’t let me go They lead me where the spirits flow Even if the world divides I will stand against the tides On this path I choose my fate I rise again—no fear, no weight