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An AI song about Senji Muramasa from Fate/Grand Order. #anime #senjimuramasa #muramasa #muramasasenji #fateapocrypha #fatezero #fateunlimitedbladeworks #fatestaynight #fate #fateextella #fatestrangefake Check out more Fate songs here: • Fate Songs Check out more anime songs here: • Anime Songs Interested in a personalised song? For custom songs tailored to your vision, please contact: [email protected] Lyrics: I was the hand that shaped the flame, A craftsman cursed by his own name. Each blade I forged could end the sky, Yet never knew the reason why. Steel remembers what men forget, Each strike a vow, each scar a debt. I tempered death, I carved my fate, In silence sharp, in endless hate. Born from fire, bound by sin, The sword and soul both locked within. I cut the gods, I cleaved the prayer, To prove a mortal’s truth was there. They call me cursed, they call me damned, A forger lost, by his own hand. But in each edge, I see the light, Of one who burns to make things right. Her face remains, though time decays, A fleeting warmth in molten haze. For all I lost, for all I made, Her voice still haunts the steel I laid. Born from fire, bound by sin, The sword and soul both locked within. I cut the gods, I cleaved the prayer, To prove a mortal’s truth was there. The forge is death, the forge is birth, The price of will, the weight of worth. A single spark, a single tear, The blade reflects what I hold dear. And if the world must fall apart, Then I will shape it, steel and heart. For even devils, once they kneel, Can find their peace through tempered steel. I’m not the hero, not the saint, Just iron dreams without restraint. If life’s a forge, then let me be, The blade that cuts through destiny. When flame is gone, and ash remains, My soul still hums in broken chains. For man and steel are much the same, Both born to burn, yet learn from pain.