Throughout the crooked kingdoms I watch the weather change The clouds collide on either side As nations rearrange A silver mane adorns me My steel is fluid and fast They shun my ways, avoid my gaze A 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
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