Текст песни Midgard - The witcher

Witcher

Leaning on the rock he was sitting by the fire
He was ragged scar on his face
The gray-bearded breathe
He laid on the ground two swords

Night falls and darkness thickened
The wind brought the smell of rot from the marshes
Around the witch's eyes lit
He started the death cycle

Quickly utoptsev close our circle
But the fire broke their ranks
Flew blood from silver arcs
Breaking the limit of silence

The only pain but the face of death
We lived on the edge of his sword
Utoptsev burned, emitting a scream
A witcher them chopped off shoulder

White Wolf White Wolf
White Wolf White Wolf

Dusty trail riding ago
Over the smooth surface of the hills rising dawn
Scars on the body so the cat's eyes
Playing with death for a handful of coins

From the village in the sky smoke rising
Terrified peasants flee to the woods
Again, The Witcher is one
And the meeting comes horned demon

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Silver sword bares gray
Huge tvarm carried forward
Broken Quen scatter my red blood
Bes fanged mouth opens
Lunging grab wants
But in its mouth flies buckshot
The last witch to swing finish
But the head blows firestorm
Fire tornado

White Wolf White Wolf
White Wolf White Wolf