At the edge of the forest (Ciri - the Witcheress - She-Wolf) ( music, songs)

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At the edge of the forest (Ciri - the Witcheress - She-Wolf) ( music, songs)
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At the forest's edge, where mists intertwine,
Footsteps echo, a Witcher’s rhyme.
Scars on her face, eyes cold as ice,
She’s crossed through time, unafraid of demise.

Silent like the wind slipping through the glades,
Green eyes alive with storms that cascade.
Silver sword in hand, her fate weighs like stone,
Through worlds and centuries — forever alone.

White She-Wolf, on the path of destiny,
The sky’s ablaze, the earth still quakes endlessly.
Her song carried by magic’s breath,
Ciri, daughter of blood, who shattered death.

She runs through worlds where roads come to an end,
Magic trails behind her, a seal and a bend.
Destiny cries out, shadows give chase,
Yet she keeps fighting for a brand-new day.

White She-Wolf, on the path of destiny,
The sky’s ablaze, the earth still quakes endlessly.
Her song carried by magic’s breath,
Ciri, daughter of blood, who shattered death.

In the rustling poplars, spirits call her name,
Restless dreams, foreign lands she must claim.
Witcher signs burned into her skin,
Forever alone, though chaos rages within.

White She-Wolf, on the path of destiny,
The sky’s ablaze, the earth still quakes endlessly.
Her song carried by magic’s breath,
Ciri, daughter of blood, who shattered death.

Born from the shadows where the darkness danced,
Time ceased its flow when the runes entranced.
Silvery hair, like the gleam of a blade,
Ciri — the warrior who bends time’s cascade.

White She-Wolf, on the path of destiny,
The sky’s ablaze, the earth still quakes endlessly.
Her song carried by magic’s breath,
Ciri, daughter of blood, who shattered death.

Among ancient ruins, winds begin to rise,
A calling voice, one that never dies.
White She-Wolf, daughter of fate's decree,
She’ll endure the storms till the world’s set free.

She’s a legend, both cursed and divine,
In fire and shadow, where curses entwine.
Her footprints linger on forgotten trails,
Ciri, a spark in a world long frail.

White She-Wolf, on the path of destiny,
The sky’s ablaze, the earth still quakes endlessly.
Her song carried by magic’s breath,
Ciri, daughter of blood, who shattered death.

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