(Anime Opening Theme for your D&D Campaign)
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[Intro – soft, haunting]
(bells echo faintly, wind through ruins)
A prayer whispered into ash,
A promise carved in bone—
If gods are watching silently,
Then we will walk alone.
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[Verse 1]
Children crying in cathedral halls,
Hands raised high to broken laws,
Gold-stained faith and iron words
Turn mercy into swords.
We were taught to kneel, to wait, to obey,
To call the suffering “fate,”
But something cracked beneath the stone—
A bell rang out where none should tone.
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[Pre-Chorus]
If salvation wears a mask,
Who decides what’s pure?
If justice bleeds the innocent,
Tell me—what are we fighting for?
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[Chorus – explosive]
When the bell that should not ring begins to cry,
The world will shake, the heavens won’t reply.
We’ll stand in ash, with bloodied hands,
And choose our truth where others stand.
No saints left clean, no sins undone,
Hope is a blade, and we still run.
If faith must burn to light the way—
Then let it burn, let it burn, let it burn today.
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[Verse 2]
A giant hides from the sun’s cruel gaze,
Stone in daylight, flesh by night,
Dreams of peace beneath the weight
Of sins he never chose to make.
A child turned metal, numbers for a name,
Commands echo, but feel like chains,
Learning what it means to want,
To choose, to live, to hesitate.
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[Pre-Chorus 2]
A monk who ran from sacred law,
A fighter haunted by his claws,
A father praying to a goddess
Who never answers back at all.
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[Chorus – stronger, faster]
When the bell that should not ring begins to cry,
Even angels turn their eyes.
We’ll carve our path through rust and flame,
No gods to blame, no gods to save.
Seven trials, a shattered creed,
Power tests what hearts still bleed.
If this world breaks beneath our feet—
Then we’ll decide what’s truth, not fate.
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[Bridge – quiet, emotional]
(music drops, soft vocals)
If I fall…
Will someone remember why I stood?
If I choose mercy over law,
Will it still be called “good”?
(instrumentals swell back in)
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[Final Chorus – epic, desperate]
Ring the bell—let it hear our name,
We are more than tools of shame.
Not chosen saints, not cursed alone,
But broken souls who still move on.
If gods won’t speak, we’ll answer first,
With trembling hands and stubborn hearts.
The bell may toll, the night may stay—
But we will rise, we will rise anyway.**
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[Outro – fading bells, slow]
(bells echo again, softer now)
Not all silence is divine…
Some truths are born when bells collide.
melodymus
