Harken to The tale of your Witcher! Dancer of silver and steel. All for coin Does he kill and deliver Monsters and Ghouls with such Zeal. Such was the way In days past and gone. When Kings and their Queens Would call the unseemly to court. Brave White Wolf, And dashing companion! Seeking lilac and berries of goose. Singing and laughing From Aedirn to Velen! And the Emperors high court of fools. A feast of surprises And curses most foul. A Queen and her King Did call the unseemly to court Now a young girl Born of loves true endeavor Takes up a sword in her hand. Though just a child She bears something greater Than anything yet seen by man. With mugs full of ale And eyes full of dreams. Sit by the fire And hear now the tale as I sing!