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