Текст песни Мастер - Ведьмак

On the fire flies in the night moth
Knowing, in the flame of his death waiting.
But his fate can not be changed,
What is inscribed - it should make.
From the depths of the most dense forests
Enchanted heard howling wolves.
Languages ​​of the night fire
Warms the palms of The Witcher.
Chorus: The clouds scatter, witchcraft to win,
An hour later the people will again be forgotten
In all the cities for the people he is a stranger,
Enveloped gossip Outcast.
A mysterious stranger with a sad face,
When was the last time you saw your own home?
You must go - where darkness reigns.
This is your destiny, The Witcher!
2. Opal wing butterfly that fell,
Witcher His hands gently lifted,
Conspiracy his pain healed
And the will, once again, with a smile, let go.
Someone's hiding behind the shadows -
All the stronger of the forest heard the howling of wolves.
Silhouette flying moth
It will be a symbol of immortality The Witcher!