The body is made of swords [intro] Tiger, huh? [verse] I've been called again, I see The boy in front of me, why? I feel nostalgic, it's strange, but oh well Let me ask, are you my master? [verse2] This time is tricky, of all things A Greek hero is a Berserker And my master is, of all things, that guy I'll survive first, in the name of Saber [chorus] My body is made of swords. My blood is iron, my heart is glass. I've fought countless battles and am undefeated. I've never been defeated... [interlude] [verse3] I wish everyone would be happy, but that's just a fantasy fairy tale. If you can only live by holding on to such dreams, then drown yourself with your ideals. [verse4] It's not strange. This body is a magic circuit specialized for just that. Let's go, Hero King... Do you have enough weapons? [bridge] Saving someone means not saving someone else. The only ones who can be saved by the champions of justice are those who are saved by the champions of justice. [pause for a beat] [interlude] [Big Finish] [Build-up] Never understood. He is always alone on the Hill of Swords, so life has no meaning. His body must have been made of swords. [outro] Yeah. It's fine to buy time but I don't think it's a problem if I defeat that thing, right?
