UBW

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.
Yet, those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works
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 many weapons.
Waiting for one's arrival.
I have no regrets, this is the only path.
My whole life was "Unlimited Blade Works."
The body is made up of swords.
The blood (is made up) of iron, the heart is glass.
Having crossed countless battlefields, he's invincible.
Without having withdrawn even once,
without having been understood even once.
That person is always alone On the hill of swords, he gets drunk of glory.
Therefore, there is no meaning to his existence.
That body was undoubtedly made up of blades.
The body is made up of swords.
The blood (is made up) of iron, the heart is glass.
Having crossed countless battlefields, he's invincible.
Without having withdrawn even once,
without having won even once.
There is only one owner to this place.
On the hill of swords, he forges the iron.
If there is no meaning to my existence,
this body was made up of infinite blades.