Those who ride in darkness bring
Sorrow and decay unending
Battle waged on hellish fronts
None escape the Wild Hunt
Within our darkest nights
Pray a Witcher does arrive
One of steel and one of silver
One for man and one for monsters
Torn from flesh and bone are man
Food for beasts that roam this land
Signs to summon air or flame
Those who know him fear his name
Within our darkest nights
Pray a Witcher does arrive
To all monsters, man or otherwise
My swords are sharp for the both of you
Within our darkest nights
Pray a Witcher does arrive