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 srebro i stal srebro i stal