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Ashes Beneath The Bell

Story: A peaceful Buddhist temple was attacked by armored bandits and ruthless ronin. The sacred halls that once echoed with chants were filled with screams and fire. Children were killed. Refugees were slaughtered. Monks who had dedicated their lives to peace were cut down without mercy. When the smoke cleared and silence returned, only one monk remained alive. Broken by what he had witnessed, he made a vow. Not out of hatred alone, but out of a deep desire for justice. The teachings of Buddhism speak of compassion, forgiveness, and freedom from revenge. Yet within its traditions exist the Dharmapala, the wrathful protectors who defend the innocent through fierce and righteous strength. In the monk’s grief, something awakened. It felt as if the spirit of such a protector had entered his soul. He rose not just as a survivor, but as a guardian driven by purpose. He traveled across the country searching for the criminals responsible for the massacre. Along his journey, he saved villages from raiders, protected travelers from harm, and defeated many who spread suffering. People began to whisper about him. Some called him a warrior. Some called him a protector. Over time, he became known as a true battle monk. One day, in the ruins left behind by the same bandits he hunted, he found a lone survivor. A small girl, frightened and covered in ash, hiding among the destruction. He carried her to a nearby temple, hoping to leave her somewhere safe. But she refused to leave his side. No matter how much he insisted, she chose to stay with him. So they traveled together. They faced hunger, storms, enemies, and doubt. The monk continued his path of justice while the girl slowly brought warmth back into his hardened heart. At last, he found the men responsible for the temple massacre. In a final confrontation, he defeated them all. Justice was delivered, but when the battle ended and silence returned, the weight of his actions settled upon him. A monk should not seek revenge. A monk should not walk a path of blood. Believing he had committed a grave sin, he chose to offer his own life as repentance. As he lay dying, the girl held him and cried, begging him not to leave. With a calm expression, he accepted his fate and moved on to the afterlife, hoping his sacrifice would cleanse his soul. The girl remained behind, holding the memory of the monk who had been both wrath and compassion, both warrior and guardian. Credits Written and Created by Abraham Maguire Lyrics: A temple slept in forest. Peace breathed through wooden halls. Bells promised endless mercy. No one heard the coming fall. Morning chants held still air. Children laughed near incense smoke. Hands were folded toward silence. Hope lived inside each stroke. Steel arrived on horseback screams. Fire swallowed prayer and bone. Women cried beneath cold hands. Children died unheard, alone. 🕉 Namu amida, blood and ash Namu amida, vows still clash Peace was sworn, peace was crushed From mercy grows the wrath One monk breathed beneath the dead. Scriptures screamed against his heart. Vows said never chase revenge. Fate said this was start. Wooden staff became his path. Prayer never left his tongue. Helped the poor, broke the cruel. Each kill weighed heavy, sung. Chains lay broken in moonlight. Children gone, silence screamed. One small girl still breathing. Hope hurt more than dreams. “Stay behind,” the monk begged. She gripped robes torn and stained. “I walk where you walk,” she said. Pain chose to remain. Hrrr... namu... hraa... Guardians stir within flesh. Wrath wears robes of prayer. Karma sharpens breath. Dawn found faces once known. Same laughter, same cruel eyes. The staff fell like thunder. Old screams finally died. No enemy left breathing. The past lay cold and still. Revenge stood fully paid. Mercy demanded the bill, slow tragic 🕉 Namu amida, vow complete Namu amida, blood and grief A monk walked paths forbidden A monk now seeks his sleep A monk must not seek revenge. He bowed beneath broken sky. The girl held him, screaming. He smiled… and chose goodbye. #visualstorytelling #monkmeditation #monkmetal #monkmusic #music