In the smog, in the pulse of the chrome
Where gods wear masks and wires for bones
Still stands a shrine of crimson stone
A silence where the devils roam
Wind chimes ring on rusted steel
Prayers stitched in circuit zeal
Monks in fiber robes still kneel
Chanting what the world won't feel
Ceremony beneath satellite skies
Burning incense as the city cries
This is the Sanctum in Neon
Where thunder yields to peace
The spirit sings through shattered glass
And broken hearts find release
In the hum of lost devotion
We light the fires of dawn
Guarding sacred memory
Until the chaos is gone
They said the gods had fled
Replaced by data, by dread
But I've seen the last priest cry
In pixelated candlelight
Lanterns rise like coded dreams
Amidst the buzzing power streams
Fox masks cracked with silent screams
Still guarding ancient schemes
Unmei no hashira... hikari wa nokoru
The pillar of fate... the light remains
Machine blood stains the sanctified floor
But still they chant behind the door
Cyborgs kneel to pray no more
But echoes remember what hearts were for
This is the Sanctum in Neon
A garden of stillness and flame
The last place not devoured whole
By progress without a name
So light the lanterns, let them fly
Through acid rain and steel-gray sky
This temple breathes-this temple cries
And still, it dares to defy
I leave my blade beside the gate
And enter without hate
In silence... we endure
The temple is pure