I am the bone of my sword
Steel is my body and fire is my blood
I have created over a thousand blades
Unknown to Death,
Nor known to Life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons
But yet, those hands will never hold anything
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works.

My body is made of swords.
My blood is of iron and my heart of glass.
Through countless battlefields undefeated.
Not even once fleeing,
Not even once being understood.
He was always alone, intoxicated with victory on the hill of swords.
Thus, this life has no meaning.
This body was certainly made out of swords.