Track Insight / Lyrics
Witcher's hands, so calloused, worn by toil,
Holding silver blade, a spectral, ghostly soil,
Through dusk's amber veil, where shadows start to roam,
Each sway of my step, the blade's whisper does atone.
Honed razor's edge, a grave shiver's glide,
Through twilight's veil, where shadows take their ride,
Each lick of flame, from lantern's ancient guides,
Oh, silver sword, a spectral, ghostly ride,
Through the twilight's hush, where shadows gather wide,
With every step, a tale of yore, side by side,
Oh, ghost blades' dance, as light and darkness collide.
In tavern dens, beneath warm hearths aglow,
Whispers spread of rogue Witchers, blades they know,
With silver's might, they track the beasts of night,
And in the shadows, their dark legends take flight.
Honed razor's edge, a grave shiver's glide,
Through twilight's veil, where shadows take their ride,
Each lick of flame, from lantern's ancient guides,
Oh, silver sword, a spectral, ghostly ride,
Through the twilight's hush, where shadows gather wide,
With every step, a tale of yore, side by side,
Oh, ghost blades' dance, as light and darkness collide.
In candlelit rooms, the stories of old,
Of heroes and monsters, of battles to be told,
Their silver blades a symbol of might and will,
A witcher's solemn vow, through darkness and through chill.
Oh, silver sword, a spectral, ghostly ride,
Through the twilight's hush, where shadows gather wide,
With every step, a tale of yore, side by side,
Oh, ghost blades' dance, as light and darkness collide.
Soft gravel crunching, fading into the night,
As ghost blades' whispers slowly start to take flight,
And the Witcher's steps dissolve into the shadows' might.
