A witcher
Professional monster slayer
Sin and fear
Sword? Sure!
And one for men
Blood?! Yours!
But they were slain
You shined your light
To expose their foul lies
Hidden in shades
Were the flesh tainting crimes
Cold and devoted your logic is pure
Bound by the oath you cleanse them like a cure
Religious doubts
Harsh.. Believes
Pitiful crowd
Day of fear
Who is their king?
Rise, to hear!
Take a part
Choose a side - nor wrong, nor right
Out, children of night
And visions of blight are
Calling you, calling you, step out, it's near
Thought (that) you could evade, and live without hate
Never take sides on maters of men!
With you, or without
It's always about
Picking a side
For money, or pride
Money or pride!
Their nature is blind
Fight them or die
Fight them or die!
