Wandering the wastelands of the northern As an outcast, as demanded as avoided Chosen from the nominees, mutated by the concealed arts Survived the "Trail of Grasses" Steel and Silver, the essence of the Witcher's destiny Master of the two Blades, hungry for the chosen blood Strengthened with power by the orders poison alchemy All senses fully merged with the creatures of the demon-realm Steel engraved with runes of moon, earth, wind and fire Greedy for the flesh, blood and despair Master of the blades The fury of the beast glows in his eyes Master of the blades Fulfill his inheritance and destiny Master of the blades Unveiling the past wrapped in mystery When shadows crawls the land And war leaves a trail of plague and destruction Specters appear in the sky as a Harbinger of war and misfortunes Specters appear in the sky Harbinger of war Skeleton-rider ravage the land As ultimate predators Specters appeared from the dark world Harbinger of war