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Wandering the wastelands of the northern

As an outcast, as demanded as avoided

Chosen from the nominees, mutated by the concealed arts

Survived the "Trail of Grasses"

Steel and Silver, the essence of the Witcher's destiny

Master of the two Blades, hungry for the chosen blood

Strengthened with power by the orders poison alchemy

All senses fully merged with the creatures of the demon-realm

Steel  engraved with runes of moon, earth, wind and fire

Greedy for the flesh, blood and despair

Master of the blades

The fury of the beast glows in his eyes

Master of the blades

Fulfill his inheritance and destiny

Master of the blades

Unveiling the past wrapped in mystery

When shadows crawls the land

And war leaves a trail of plague and destruction

Specters appear in the sky as a

Harbinger of war and misfortunes

Specters appear in the sky

Harbinger of war

Skeleton-rider ravage the land

As ultimate predators

Specters appeared from the dark world

Harbinger of war