Track Insight / Lyrics
By attic's edge, a window gleams
Blade in hand, he cleans with meticulous dreams
Each subtle scratch a story told
Of battles lost, of souls grown old
In the quiet, echoes of the past
Dance upon the silver, refracted at last
Midnight motes, like embers fired
Within the wake, a tale aspired
Blades reveal the witcher's heart
Midnight motes, a work of art
From awnings dark to streets aglow
He wanders on, the world to know
Faded signs etched on rusty gates
Whispers of what once created fates
In the quiet, echoes of the past
Dance upon the silver, refracted at last
Midnight motes, like embers fired
Within the wake, a tale aspired
Blades reveal the witcher's heart
Midnight motes, a work of art
Through the city's veins he makes his way
A phantom, sought, or merely passed, what's said?
By dawn, he'll disappear like smoke
Leaving only legend, the witcher's cloak
Midnight motes, like embers fired
Within the wake, a tale aspired
Blades reveal the witcher's heart
Midnight motes, a work of art
Glinting in the morning haze
Silver subdued, a witcher's sway
