Throughout the crooked kingdoms
I watch the weather change
The clouds collide on either side
As nations rearrange
А silver mane adorns me
My steel is fluid and fast
They shun my ways, avoid my gaze
А fugitive outcast
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There is no pain I can feel
True retribution I deal
Through silver and steel
Silver and steel
Deadly dark elixirs
Caustic, curdled, sour
Wound and weave and carve and cleave
Engulf my guts in power
By tome or trial I master
The secrets of the beast
By trap or burst now be dispersed
From torment be released
There is no pain I can feel
True retribution I deal
Through silver and steel
Silver and steel
Better make way when the Witcher comes
Srebro i stal
Better make way when the Witcher comes
Srebro i stal
I bear no love for counts or kings
Or nobles' taunts and tricks
I have no will to share their thrill
For tiresome politics
I hunt my wayward memories
For pieces of the past
As fragments fade I clutch my blade
And visit visions vast
There is no pain I can feel
True retribution I deal
Through silver and steel
Silver and steel
Better make way when the Witcher comes
Srebro i stal
Better make way when the Witcher comes
Srebro i stal
Srebro i stal
Srebro i stal
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