Miracle Of Sound Silver And Steel (The Witcher 2 : Assassins of Kings)

Текст песни "Miracle Of Sound — Silver And Steel (The Witcher 2 : Assassins of Kings)"

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.