Archer.

My body is made of swords.

Iron is my blood, and glass is my heart.

I have overcome countless battlefields undefeated,

Without once retreating,

Nor once being understood.

Always alone, intoxicated with victory on the hill of swords.

Therefore, there is no meaning to that life.

Perhaps this body is nothing but a sword itself.

 

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'.

(Extracto: "Fate/Stay Night").