I am the bone of my sword.
Steel is my body and fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand blades.
Unaware of loss,
Nor aware of gain.
Withstood pain to create weapons, waiting for one’s arrival.
I have no regrets. This is the only path.
My whole life was Unlimited Blade Works.

My body is made out of swords.
My blood is of iron and my heart of glass.
I have overcome countless battlefields.
Not even once retreating,
Not even once being victorious.
The bearer lies here alone, forging iron in a hill of swords.
Thus, my life needs no meaning.
This body is made out of infinite swords.

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