Track Insight / Lyrics
Geralt's steady hands wrap around the silver hilt,
Weathers and battles worn to a natural patina.
In the fading twilight, a few sparks fly,
Twirling, fading, as the Witcher swipes by.
A picturesque scene, as if painted, yet real,
Fans of feathers, crimson leaves, and boulders there to conceal.
The wind whispers his name, an echo of days past,
As he wipes the blade clean on a worn leather satchel at last.
Ghost blade, drifting through the gravel tonight,
Scraping, tracing, the fading light,
Warden of the wild hunt, his purpose clear,
Ghost blade, the path unwinds, only he can hear.
Through forests dark and deep, the steel glints in moonbeams,
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Leaping over streams, the Witcher draws near Vesemir's dreams.
In a pile of autumn leaves, the blade finds rest,
Ready for the next, as the black dog's growl can't be best.
A picturesque scene, as if painted, yet real,
Fans of feathers, crimson leaves, and boulders there to conceal.
The wind whispers his name, an echo of days past,
As he wipes the blade clean on a worn leather satchel at last.
Ghost blade, drifting through the gravel tonight,
Scraping, tracing, the fading light,
Warden of the wild hunt, his purpose clear,
Ghost blade, the path unwinds, only he can hear.
The world of man is but a fleeting thought,
As he rides the wind, where only he is caught.
Eyes open wide, a hunter's heart,
Chasing sorcerers, he plays the part.
Ghost blade, drifting through the gravel tonight,
Scraping, tracing, the fading light,
Warden of the wild hunt, his purpose clear,
Ghost blade, the path unwinds, only he can hear.
In starry skies above, the constellations shine,
A celestial map, a path divine.
As the witcher's blade disappears into the night,
The ghost blade's tale fades with the last embers of light.
