| Legions of monsters I’ve fought 'cross the land
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| The cruellest of all is the one we call man
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| When you’re a witcher, you’re given a choice
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| Kill for a living or be unemployed
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| Show me the beast that you want destroyed
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| I’ll bring you it’s head if you cough up the coins
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| Silver and steel, fire and ice
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| Giants will fall, vampires will fry
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| Werewolves will howl, sirens will cry
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| And griffins will tumble right out of the sky
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| Quick, saddle up, take to the road
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| Look to the horizon, just
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| Follow the path, where it may go
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| If you want to survive this
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| Don’t draw the line, if you know where I stand
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| The law I live by is the blade in my hand
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| Now look in these eyes, see I’m not like the rest
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| To think like a monster is what I do best
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| Your head will be mine
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| When the white wolf prevails
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| There is nowhere to hide
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| Cuz I’m hot on your trail
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| Just a footprint behind
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| And I won’t lose the trail
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| When the winds of war rise
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| Then it’s time to set sail
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| The hunt has only begun
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| We’ve all come undone
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| I stand where the rest chose to run
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| All these friends, come and gone
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| Made the man I’ve become
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| I will not sheathe my sword
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| 'till this battle is won
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| Hark, the herald
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| Welcome Geralt
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| Hunter of beasts, exotic and feral
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| Don’t need protection, no matter the peril
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| Nobody told you? |
| Witchers are sterile
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| Respect women, never abuse 'em
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| When it comes to ladies, man, I can chose 'em
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| Yennefer, is my sorceress
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| I’d kill you if you ever saw her breasts
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| Land, sea or horseback
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| All my fellow Witchers, where your swords at?
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| You will learn to live with a sore back
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| When you put your whole team on your back
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| Mortal fates sealed
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| By my fine blade of steel
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| To the beast I encounter
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| This silver won’t yield
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| These nightmares that haunt me
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| Becoming so real
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| Deep cuts come to mend
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| But some wounds never heal
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| Your head will be mine
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| When the white wolf prevails
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| There is nowhere to hide
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| Cuz I’m hot on your trail
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| Just a footprint behind
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| And I won’t lose the trail
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| When the winds of war rise
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| Then it’s time to set sail
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| The hunt has only begun
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| We’ve all come undone
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| I stand where the rest chose to run
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| All these friends, come and gone
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| Made the man I’ve become
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| I will not sheathe my sword
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| 'till this battle is won
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| This battle is won
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| Legions of monsters I’ve fought 'cross the land
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| The cruellest of all is the one we call man
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| Potions and hexes, best keep them on hand
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| Hunt or be hunted, obey or command
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| Don’t draw the line, if you know where I stand
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| The law I live by is the blade in my hand
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| Now look in these eyes, see I’m not like the rest
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| To think like a monster is what I do best
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| Your head will be mine
|
| When the white wolf prevails
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| There is nowhere to hide
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| Cuz I’m hot on your trail
|
| Just a footprint behind
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| And I won’t lose the trail
|
| When the winds of war rise
|
| Then it’s time to set sail
|
| The hunt has only begun
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| We’ve all come undone
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| I stand where the rest chose to run
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| All these friends, come and gone
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| Made the man I’ve become
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| I will not sheathe my sword
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| 'till this battle is won
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| This battle is won |