1. White as you'd think it was silver
Stirring up mist above the stream

2. When death was summoned with a shake
It replied with clash of arms

3. Asked only to strike
Tears of death fell on its cheek

4. Your eyes see the dove's deceit
Looking to steal the hand of the polished sword

5. With water in which fires of calamity melted
In a burning torch

6. It mirrored me when I mirrored it
Know that I am the separator of the separated