Solidly, sharply, bewitchingly, blazingly burning This white blade glitters coldly If somebody, if anyone grabs a hold of it, their hand will be stained in blood And their existence will painfully, emptily be snuffed out That earnestness, in my clumsiness, is a shadow of what I once was Yet that is my one, clumsy vow If my body is to become someone's blade If my body is to steal someone's life If my body is to cut through everything Then my entire body shall be a fleck of steel Everyone, in their search for strength, holds out their hands And wipes out the flow of their mistakes One who can, without realizing one's weakness, cut down others In a display of show will never be beaten down by death Some day I'll make it to the end of the road of doubt that stretches on forever Some day I'll meet the second who will cut through my hesitation If my hand will become the end of someone's life If my hand can reach out to grasp my dreams