Poeme : Blade Works

I’m 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 know to life
Have withstood pain to create many weapons
Yet, those hand will never hold anything
So as i pray, unlimited blade works
There is no salvation for blades.

iεm tə bɔnə ɔf mi swɔʁ
stil is mi bɔdi, ɑ̃d fiʁə is mi blud
i-avə kʁəatεd ɔve a tuzɑ̃ bladə
œ̃knɔwn to dəat
nɔʁ knɔw to lifə
avə witstud pɛ̃ to kʁəatə mani wəapɔ̃
iε, tozə-ɑ̃ wij nəve ɔld anitiŋ
so a i pʁε, œ̃limitεd bladə wɔʁk
təʁə is no salvasjɔ̃ fɔʁ bladə.