| I have dreamed through the eyes of a Witcher
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| Many monsters did fall by my hand
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| Of the beasts I had killed, the most wicked
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| Was one all too familiar, called man
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| Ashen of hair, this mysterious rider
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| With a blade made of silver, and a heart forged in fine
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| The flames of which beckon you, fall to the pull
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| And answer the call of the wolf
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| You were born of the lion
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| And you were destined for more
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| Than to hide who you are, don’t deny it
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| With the Hunt in your blood
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| My child, it’s time to learn to roar
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| The source of your power, you’ll fight to contain
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| But the sorcery of elders run wild in your veins
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| As the lady of space and the walker of time
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| Much more than a ward to the law of surprise
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| Nigh are the end times, fallen, our defenses
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| Darkness of night, a disguise for a princess
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| Show no emotions, they’re only a weakness
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| Even if you should feel them
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| You were born of the lion
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| And you were destined for more
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| Than to hide who you are, don’t deny it
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| With the Hunt in your blood
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| My child, it’s time to learn to roar
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| I’m one footprint behind
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| Now thy fate has been sealed
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| Soon your head will be mine
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| Either by silver or steel
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| I’ve read of my destiny
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| That one day I may stop running from
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| This Witcher I’ve watched in my dreams
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| Was none other than the one I’d become
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| You were born of the lion
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| And you were destined for more
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| Than to hide who you are, don’t deny it
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| With the Hunt in your blood
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| My child, it’s time to learn to roar |