"In a land made by sword, life ends with a sword" This steel so clear, shear essence of fear Implement of honour, forged in ancient manner Blade wrapped in cloth for clean incission
The journey of a warrior ends here, at the highest tier The they are waiting for his final words
Ritualistic precision Guilt free emission Poetic end of shame Clears the stained name
From left to right Then upwards tight Towards chest height Sensing the pain divine
Turn the blade Slowing heart rate Left to fade
All hail the honored dead! All hail the honored dead! All hail the honored dead!