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Through fog and filth, the path unwinds
A witcher’s boots in blood and grime
Contracts signed, in ale and ink
But the coin purse is thin, and the ale jar stinks
A garkain’s grin, a drowner’s moan
I slash and burn, but I’m not alone
A peasant wails, “My daughter’s lost!”
I nod and sigh-payment’s cost
Silver for monsters, steel for men
But the peasants pay in chicken again
A dark lord’s curse, a witch’s spite
I’ll kill for dinner, and sleep in the night
The innkeep’s drunk, the barmaid’s dead
I loot her corpse, but keep my head
A bard’s lament, a broken lute
I toss a coin-but keep the loot
The Wild Hunt rides, the world is bleak
I sharpen my sword, and sharpen my cheek
The gods are cruel, the ale is thin
But a witcher’s work is never done
So pour me a drink, and light a pyre
I’ll slay your demons-for half the hire
The night is long, the world is grim
But a witcher’s work is never done