硬く　鋭く　怪しく　暗く光放つ
冷たく　輝く　白い刃
誰が　誰もが　掴めば　その手を血に染めて
悲しく　虚しく　己を消した

それは不器用で一途な思いがなれの果て
それは不器用なたったひとつの誓い

たとえこの身が誰かの刃になろうと
たとえこの身が命を奪えど
たとえこの身がすべての者を切り裂けど
この身すべてが一振りの鋼

強い有様求めて誰もが手を伸ばし
流れた過ち塗りつぶして
弱い自分をわからず振り回し切り捨て
絶たれる命は死にきれないで

いつか辿りつく迷いが果てに連なる道
いつかめぐり合う迷いを断つ解釈

せめてこの手が誰かの最後となるなら
せめてこの手が願いを掴めば
せめてこの手が砕ける刃になれれば
この手一面迷い解き放て

夢は願いはすべてを鋼に刻んだ
深く果てない曇り無き刃
いつかこの身が誰かを守る力なら
この身一面一振りの刃

誰が願いか
誰が望みか
誰が終わりか
誰が生き様

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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] the end of someone's life
If my hand can reach out to grasp my dreams