Silver and Steel - Miracle Of Sound

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