Anyone that post UBW in their native language after this is a big faggot and cancer killing /a/

Gate of Babylon > UBW

sage

>>34985070
Fuck you.

>>34985100
That means Japan and any english speaking country is a big faggot. Why am I not surprised?

WTF retarded language is this?

You for got to translate UBW

I'll do it

WALANG KATAPUSANG GAWAAN NG ESPADA

>>34985730
Filipino. Let the trolling commence

>>34985758

GERMANIZE THIS SHIT, FAGGOT!

No quiero.

>>34985070

>>34985730

it's the language you get when you mix together bushmen grunting, Arabic, Mexican Spanish, and English.

Хуй пизда ебать колбаса - Unlimited Blade works

Ich bin der Knochen meines Schwertes
Stahl ist mein Körper und Feuer ist mein Blut
Ich habe über 1000 Klingen hergestellt
Dem Tod unbekannt
wie dem Leben
Habe Schmerzen wiederstanden um viele Waffen herzustellen
Und doch werden diese Hände niemals etwas halten
So bete ich, Unendlich Klingen Arbeit

Yo soy el hueso de mi espada
El acero es mi cuerpo y el fuego es mi sangre
He producido más de 1.000 hojas
Muerte desconocida
como la vida
Tiene dolor en resistió a hacer muchas armas
Y sin embargo, estas manos nunca tendrá nada
Así que orar, Trabajo Ilimitado de Espadas

>>34986116
>estas manos nunca tendrá nada
>tendrá

>>34986165
perdona, traductor de google

، وأنا في عظام سيفي
الصلب هو جسدي والنار هو دمي
أنا قد أنتجت أكثر من 1،000 ريش
الموت غير معروف
كما الحياة
لقد قاوم الألم في صنع أسلحة كثيرة
وسوف بعد هذه الأيدي أبدا إجراء أي شيء
لذلك أنا أصلي ، غير محدود بليد العمل

>>34986191
Yeah, I thought so.

Je suis l'os de mon épée
L'acier est mon corps et le feu est mon sang
J'ai produit plus de 1000 lames
Décès inconnue
comme la vie
Am résisté dans la douleur par un grand nombre de produire des armes
Et pourtant, ces mains ne tiennent jamais rien
Donc, je vous prie, Unlimited Blade travail

>>34986310

wouh

Я - моего же меча рукоять,
Сталь - моё тело, огонь - моя кровь.
Тысячи лезвий смог я создать
Ни смерти, ни жизни неведом.
Муку свою в клинки превращать
Призван вечно своим же заветом
И в пустоте обречён повторять:
"Бескрайняя Кузня Клинков".

hello, /int/

My being is made of swords.
Steel and glass to shape, and liquid fire to bind.
I have surpassed the wars and strife,
Without deterioration,
Nor preservation.
Withstanding past regret and lust of battle upon this world of never-ending blades,
Waiting for the one, the arrival of victory.
This is the only method, the single possibility of a noble life.
My soul always was the Utopia of Blades and Wishes.

Blades doth come henceforth from thy self
Body hammered into iron and blood doth come from dragon's breath
My body hath forged infinite swords
To know knowledge of death nor sheathed in life
Torturers whip hath taken it's toll on my body to accomplish this.
But yet I remain unarmed
So do my pioused mission give, Unlimited Blade Works

Eu son o óso da miña espada
O aceiro é o meu corpo eo lume é o meu sangue
Eu teño producido máis de 1.000 armas
Morte descoñecida
como a vida
A dor teño resistida en facer moitas armas
E aínda estas mans non van realizar nada
Entón eu rezo, Traballo Ilimitado de Espadas

I am the bone of my anger
Hatred is my flesh and fury is my blood
I have broken over 1000 LCD monitors
Unknown to calmness.
Nor known to relaxation
Have withstood ignorance to throw many fits, yet those fits will never accomplish anything.
And so I pray, UNLIMITED RAGE WORKS

need the Unlimited Essay Works

i'm waiting for Indofag to post...

to lazy too translate into Indonesia

Akulah tulang pedangku
Baja tubuh-Ku dan api adalah darah saya
Saya telah menghasilkan lebih dari 1.000 pisau
Kematian tidak diketahui
seperti kehidupan
Apakah rasa sakit pada menolak membuat senjata banyak
Namun tangan ini tidak akan pernah memegang apa-apa
Jadi aku berdoa, Unlimited Blade Kerja

Jag är benet av mitt svärd
stål är min kropp och eld är mitt blod
jag har skapat över 1000 svärd
ej känd till död
inte känd till liv
har stått emot smärta för att skapa många vapen
ändå, dessa händer kommer aldrig hålla något
så när jag ber, Obegränsade Kniv Verk

My body is made out of swords.
My blood is of iron and my mind of steel.
I survived through countless battles.
Not even once retreating,
Not even once victorious.
The bearer lies here alone.
Forging iron on the hill of swords.
But my life needs no meaning.
This body was made out of limitless swords.

Ik ben het been van mijn zwaard
Staal is mijn lichaam en vuur is mijn bloed
Ik heb meer dan duizenden zwaarden gecreëerd
Onbekend voor de dood
Niet geweten te leven
De pijn om wapens te maken doorstaan
Doch deze handen zullen ze nooit vasthebben
Dus ik bid voor jou, "UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS"

>>34986808
Akulah tulang pedangku
Baja tubuhku dan api adalah darahku
Aku telah menghasilkan lebih dari 1.000 pedang
Tidak mengetahui kematian
Tidak juga kehidupan
Telah mengatasi rasa sakit untuk membuat banyak senjata
Namun tangan ini tidak akan pernah memegang apapun
Jadi aku berdoa, Unlimited Blade Works

>corrected

>>34986960
Best version

His body is made out of swords
His blood is of iron and his heart of glass
He survived through countless battles
Not even once retreating
Not even once being understood
He was always alone
Intoxicated with victory in a hill of swords
Thus, his life has no meaning
That body was certainly made out of swords

>>34986960
what version is this? Glorious!

>>34986764

My being is made of swords.
Steel and glass to shape, and liquid fire to bind
I have surpassed the wars and strife
Without deterioration
Nor preservation
Withstanding both regret and lust of battle upon this world of never-ending blades,
Waiting for the one, the arrival of victory.
This is the only way, the single possibility of the noble life.
My soul always was the Utopia of Blades and Wishes

体 は剣で出来ている。
血潮は鉄で心は硝子。
幾たびの戦場を越えて不敗
ただの一度の敗走もなく
ただの一度の勝利もなし。
担 い手はここに孤り
剣の丘で鉄を鍛つ。
ならば、わが生涯に意味は不要ず。
この体は、無限の剣で出来ていた。

Olen miekkani ydin.
Teräs on ruumiini, tuli vereni.
Olen luonut yli tuhat teräasetta.
Tuntematon elämälle, samaten kuin kuolemalle.
Kestänyt monen aseen luomisen tuottaman tuskan.
Kuitenkaan nuo kädet eivät koskaan pidä mitään.
Joten rukoillessani - Unlimited Blade Works

>>34987190
You are now trying to imagine UBW as an Ar Tonelico-style hymn. Manually.

I am the sage of your troll
UTF8 is my body, and Internets are my blood
I have created over a thousand posts
Unknown to fail
Nor known to fags
Yet, those threads will never last anymore
So, As I Pray, 'Unlimited SAGE Works'

I am the bone of my sword.
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.
Unknown to death.
Nor known to life.
Chained to the savage void,
Between the Two Gates and their Guardians.
Tormented by the echo
"There can be only One,
there can be only Me."

I have overcomed countless battlefields undefeated,
Unaware of? loss.
Nor aware of gain.
Without once retreating,
Nor once being understood.
Always alone, intoxicated by victory upon the hill of swords.

With a loving hearth beating in the rhythm of absolute cruelty,
Have withstood great pain to carry the crown of the? No Life King.
Marked as the one true Enemy,
A faint existence that demands a tomorrow.

And yet these hands will never hold anything.
Giving no meaning to that life.
But I have no regrets for this is the only path.
So I call forth the final song of the Unknown Ultima,
I call forth Zero Requiem.

>>34986968
Mooie vertaalmachine broeder.

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>>34987153
change 'mind of steel.' to 'heart of glass' and it becomes a translated version of shirous japanese ubw chant

for comparison:

Archer:

"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."

Archer japanese:

His body is made out of swords.
His blood is of iron and his heart of glass.
He survived through countless battles.
Not even once retreating,
Not even once being understood.
He was always alone, intoxicated with victory on the hill of swords.
And thus, his life has no meaning.
That body was surely made out of swords.

Shirou:

I 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."

Shirou japanese:

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 victorious.
The bearer lies here alone.
Forging iron on the hill of swords.
But my life needs no meaning.
This body was made out of limitless swords.

Shrou japanese alternative: (not sure if it is a different translation or if he actually says it)

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.

We have inferior Asians in this board?

/a/, I am disappoint.

OP

baduy mo gago.