You killed your first man at 13 Killer instinct, animal supreme By 16 you had learned to fight The way of the warrior you took it as your right
Sunlight, falling on your steel Death in life is your ideal Life is like a wheel, rolling on and on
Through the 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 on two
Sunlight, falling on your steel Death in life is your ideal Life is like a wheel, and it's rolling still
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