Sunlight, falling on your steel,
Death in life is your ideal,
Life is like a wheel, rolling on and on.
Through earth and water, fire and wind,
you came at last-nothing was the end,
Make a cut by fire and stones,
Take you and your blade and break you both
in two-break you both in two.
Sunlight, falling on your steel,
Death in life is your ideal,
Life is like a wheel-and it's rolling still.