Those who ride in darkness bring
Sorrow and decay unending
Battle waged on hellish fronts
None escape the Wild Hunt
Taken by Drowners
We need a Witcher
Swarmed by Harpies
We need a Witcher
Keyran is rising
We need a Witcher
Wyverns are coming
We need a Witcher
Within our darkest nights
Pray a Witcher does arrive
I bare two swords
One of steel and one of silver
One for man and one for monsters
Which are you?
So spoke the wolf
So did he howl
Torn from flesh and bone are man
Food for beasts that roam this land
Signs to summon air or flame
Those who know him fear his name
Geralt of Rivia
Gryphons attacking
We need a Witcher
Fiends on the prowl
We need a Witcher
Tracks of a werewolf
We need a Witcher
Wraiths of the hunt
We need a Witcher
Within our darkest nights
Pray a Witcher does arrive
To all monsters, man or otherwise
My swords are sharp for the both of you
Kings or Keyran
Within our darkest nights
Pray a Witcher does arrive