"I have created over a thousand blades. Unknown to death, not known to life, have withstood pain to create many weapons; yet those hands will never hold anything."
My body is made out of swords.
My blood is of iron and my heart of glass.
I survived through countless battles.
Not even once retreating,
Not even once being victorious.
I lay here alone
Forging iron in a hill of swords.
Thus, my life needs no meaning.
This body is made out of infinite swords