legions of monsters i ve fought cross the land the cruellest of all is the one we call man when you re a witcher you re given a choice kill for a living or be unemployed show me the beast that you want destroyed i ll bring you it s head if you cough up the coins silver and steel fire and ice giants will fall vampires will fry werewolves will howl sirens will cry and griffins will tumble right out of the sky quick saddle up take to the road look to the horizon just follow the path where it may go if you want to survive this don t draw the line if you know where i stand the law i live by is the blade in my hand now look in these eyes see i m not like the rest to think like a monster is what i do best your head will be mine when the white wolf prevails there is nowhere to hide cuz i m hot on your trail just a footprint behind and i won t lose the trail when the winds of war rise then it s time to set sail the hunt has only begun we ve all come undone i stand where the rest chose to run all these friends come and gone made the man i ve become i will not sheathe my sword till this battle is won  hark the herald welcome geralt hunter of beasts exotic and feral don t need protection no matter the peril nobody told you witchers are sterile respect women never abuse em when it comes to ladies man i can chose em yennefer is my sorceress i d kill you if you ever saw her breasts land sea or horseback all my fellow witchers where your swords at you will learn to live with a sore back when you put your whole team on your back mortal fates sealed by my fine blade of steel to the beast i encounter this silver won t yield these nightmares that haunt me becoming so real deep cuts come to mend but some wounds never heal your head will be mine when the white wolf prevails there is nowhere to hide cuz i m hot on your trail just a footprint behind and i won t lose the trail when the winds of war rise then it s time to set sail the hunt has only begun we ve all come undone i stand where the rest chose to run all these friends come and gone made the man i ve become i will not sheathe my sword till this battle is won this battle is won legions of monsters i ve fought cross the land the cruellest of all is the one we call man potions and hexes best keep them on hand hunt or be hunted obey or command don t draw the line if you know where i stand the law i live by is the blade in my hand now look in these eyes see i m not like the rest to think like a monster is what i do best your head will be mine when the white wolf prevails there is nowhere to hide cuz i m hot on your trail just a footprint behind and i won t lose the trail when the winds of war rise then it s time to set sail the hunt has only begun we ve all come undone i stand where the rest chose to run all these friends come and gone made the man i ve become i will not sheathe my sword till this battle is won this battle is won