
"The Flame of Kaer Morhen" is a dark folk ballad inspired by The Witcher saga. This gritty tavern-style lament tells of the fortress’s fading fire and the legacy carried by Geralt, Ciri, Vesemir, Yennefer, and Triss.
This track blends medieval instruments (hurdy-gurdy, frame drum, fiddle) with haunting vocals and tavern ambiance — perfect for fans of Witcher lore, Wardruna, Danheim, and The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt.
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Lyrics:
The old wolf stood where shadows crept,
Blade in hand, no tears he wept.
Through ice and blood, his oath was sworn,
To guard the child, though battle torn.
She rose in fire, in grief, in flame,
The storm within her had no name.
A single cry, the frost stood still—
The mountains shook beneath her will.
Sing a prayer for the lost in the snow,
To the snow that remembers each name.
Kaer Morhen’s light, though faded and torn,
Still burns in the ones who were born
For the storm.
He walked the halls of stone and ash,
Each step a ghost, each breath a flash.
No throne, no song, no golden chain—
Just scars and steel and silent pain.
She lit the dark with crimson fire,
Alone she stood, the last, the pyre.
Her magic spent, her voice a flame,
She called the dusk, and none came.
She came in black with power undone,
No spells to cast, no place to run.
But still she stood where few remain,
A broken star that burned through pain.
Sing for the wolves, the witches, the flame,
For the keep that remembers your name.
Kaer Morhen sleeps, its banners are torn—
But its sorrow still rides on the storm.
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