Throughout the crooked kingdoms

Throughout the crooked kingdoms
I watch the weather change
The clouds collide on either side
As nations rearrange

silver mane adorns me
My steel is fluid and fast
They shun my ways, avoid my gaze
fugitive outcast

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